200 Years

«'Well, got any ideas professor?'
'Well, I suppose it could be some sort of illusion.'
'Yes. Maybe we’re being made to see and hear what we hope to find.
Besides, the sounds and homes.'
'No. No, that’s all wrong. This is more than 200 years ahead of our time.'»
«Your majesty. I don’t blame the judges. You’re the prettiest of them all.
But tell me something, your majesty. What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with
everybody in this crazy place?»
«…You mean, other sections?»