[It was interesting to see who came for a quick visit and who actually settled in for some quality time in the quiet hum of the room, as if some of them thought that it was worth being here. Their friends, family, lovers, enemies, whatever weren't going to wake up; the odds were stacked against them. It was likely a waste of time, but they still came.

He kept scrolling through his com-unit even as he heard the loud clap of a book; he knew that sound well. He had earned it so many times over his lifetime that it actually made him smile when a brunette came stomping over to him all bluster and annoyance. She clearly needed to unwind some.]

You're one-percent certain that they all have no level of consciousness? Are you annoyed that I'm making noise, or are you annoyed that I'm making an effort to connect with my ice cube?