The doctor watched with great interest, saying that sometimes these pre-visual industrial distortions could burst forth with art and creativity.
John wasn't very interested.
He was part of the generation polluted by the Super Sensing Chip, having experienced immersive stimulation with full-sensory rendering, and looking at these 3D products was as boring as squatting by the roadside staring up at ads on skyscrapers.
The doctor took on the role of audience and commentator.
He was like an old antique in cyberspace tagged with "nostalgia," but his actual age was far from the release date of the movie, so his nostalgia was unfounded, more like an unconventional hobby.
John focused on devouring fried food.
The takeout emitted a thick greasy smell that cloyed the throat, with the main course made of street-synthesized meat chunks wrapped in a spiced batter and cooked in bad oil, then sprinkled with spices after being fished out.
