Through the narrow gap in the privacy door—which had just remotely unlocked and slid back into a permanently locked half-open position—Leo and Sarah watched silently from the forward galley aisle. Julian was tapping, pressing, and eventually pounding on the digital control interface in the frantic, escalating manner of a man who simply could not accept that a machine was refusing his commands. He looked like a child trying to fix a broken video game controller.
To make matters worse, the corporate welcome video finally reached its conclusion, screen dimming for a brief second. But instead of returning to the movie selection menu, the system chimed loudly and cheerfully started the exact same fifteen-minute corporate video over again from the very beginning.