The boy entered a room. It was nondescript. Hight of a size also a dimension and width, definitely a room. Not much more to see there though. A tv raised him. Not really love or connection but an illuminated backlight glass that colors and sounds and indecipherable script beamed lazer like into the front most facing holes in his face. Through this glass he learned many things. Not the physical sensations of them but core analytic philosophies of friend ship and love. These all too human experiences now mediated through a non responding synthetic host.