Finally, the pressure of shaikujin behind me got too much to ignore any longer, and I had to move along. Once I was inside, I could just as well have been in any plane—row upon row of seats in a three-aisle-three arrangement—except for one detail: no windows. The entertainment suite mounted in the seatback ahead of me made up for that lack, I decided quickly once I'd found my spot. As well as the usual selection of mindless movies, and even more mindless "classic tri-V" reruns, several of the program selections offered views from various microcams mounted on the hull. While the cabin attendants handed out free drinks and flavorless snacks—to the first-class passengers only, not to the great unwashed flying cattle-class, which started one row behind my own seat—I thoroughly enjoyed watching the baggage handlers conduct torture tests on people's suitcases as they threw them aboard.