"TRUDI," you address your wrist-mounted AI. "There's something wrong with the ship, and this stupid flight attendant won't admit it or do anything about it!"

"Stop hissing so loudly, meatbag," TRUDI replies, a green image of her squared face projected just a few inches above your wrist. "You're making a scene. Now, sit down, or I'll get the company to up your medications!"

"But they've already got me on the high dose! You snake! You wouldn't!" you shout, tears starting to itch at the corners of your eyes.

"No," TRUDI admits, her voice suddenly calming. "You know I wouldn't really. Now, just sit down, and stop embarrasing me."

If you're convinced, take a seat and turn to page 13.

If you're still upset and think making a scene is exactly what should be happening, turn to page 40.