trivision

By Tuesday, Joey was so sick and tired of having lights and trivision scanners shoved in his face that he didn't ever think he'd be nervous about anything again.

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But the teacher—a real, live person, not an artificial intelligence program—was still staring distantly at the trivision.

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The school had sent a memo home about the trivision article on the class, so Joey's mom was all excited, and had told his dad and grandparents so they'd be sure not to miss it.

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He had not been entirely forthcoming with his students: the trivision article was not to focus on the class, but on its teacher.

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Today he was looking forward to the upcoming trivision interview.

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He arrived back in his office to find Riley standing in front of the trivision.

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Across town, in shabby, ill-maintained living quarters at the Klingon Embassy, another Klingon—a Klingon whose bloodline was tainted by human ancestry—watched G'dath and his class watching the trivision feed.

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Joey didn't smile, just looked at Ira for a while, and then said, in a low voice so the trivision people wouldn't hear: Hitting people isn't going to solve things, Stoller.

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Both men watched silently as remotely controlled trivision scanners mounted on Spacedock Four picked up the oncoming saucer.

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The trivision screen was tuned to the muted in-house security feed of G'dath's classroom.

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