"It's called a television," Jean answered him without hesitation, because he was ready for a welcome distraction by now. "I don't know exactly how it works, because all the technology and devices here are such fucking contraptions. But basically, it shows moving images with sound. They call it 'video.' Here."

He got up off the couch for a second to turn on the TV. Since there wasn't any kind of service provider here, there weren't any channels, but Jean only used his to play video games anyways. He booted up his console too, so Marco could at least see the start-up screen.

"Then you use this box here to play a game on the screen. It's pretty fun if you feel like sitting on your ass for a couple of hours. I can only handle it for so long before it starts to fry my brain."