"I spoke to one of the customs officers at SeaTac Airport," she said. "He inspected the simsense chips, and even slotted one or two and skipped through them in a random sample of their contents. According to him, they were little more than travelogues. A running narrative of religious dogma about the end of the world and the death of the sun, combined with a walk-through of various archaeological sites in the Yucatán. Hardly even worthy of simsense, unless you enjoy the discomfort of walking around in blistering heat and feeling the sweat trickle down someone else’s body."