A lifetime of boredom interspersed with milliseconds of stark terror.
The intricately beautiful patchwork of lush vegetation and other climate zones criss-crossing the gently curving surface of Ge, punctuated by white masses of clouds, flew by the aircar in a monotony of wonder.
There was simply too much to absorb from kilometers up.
Overhead the Luminaire was a thick line of blazing splendor, the day/night terminator a knife edge on the surface below. For the first hour of our journey we'd gazed in open-mouthed astonishment through the clear floor at the landscape, before finally dialing it to opacity from sheer sensory overload.
I was looking at Heavy, tranquilly contemplating Point's incessant pacing up and down the deck, apparently without irritation (which was a good deal more than I could muster, hence my minute inspection of Heavy's gill slit) when it happened.
A telltale surge of infrared and static (along that portion of the EM spectrum coincidentally most suitable for signal and power transmission among certain small objects) heralded the sudden awakening and imminent action of a fully-powered and coordinated swarm of nanites emerging from the deck above our heads that had previously housed the aircar AI.
The effect this had on the AI, which was currently giving us a rather light-hearted and entertaining introduction into the deeply philosophical yet spiritually satisfying life on Dharamshala, was somewhat comical -- its eidolons (projected on a multiphase hologram occupying the volume in front of us) did a sudden awkward dance and juxtaposition of various picturesque elements compiled from the travelogues and historical meditative works, all while its aphorism symbology degenerated into nonsense.
-- The place of enlightenment is where you were reborn -- To find yourself lose the sense of oneness --