"Thank you," Bishop said.
He went into the room and sat down in the chair and studied the buttons on the arms.
History?
Might as well, he told himself. He knew a bit of history. He'd been interested in it and taken several courses and did a lot of supplemental reading.
He punched the History button.
A panel in the wall before the chair lit up and a face appeared - the face of a Kimonian, the bronzed and golden face, the classic beauty of the race.
Aren't any of them homely? Bishop wondered. None of them ugly or crippled, like the rest of humanity?
"What type of history, sir?" the face in the screen asked him.
"Type?"
"Galactic, Kimonian, Earth - almost any place you wish."