"It was supposed to be the party of the year," he told them.
The Children leaned forward eagerly. "What is a party?"
The ancient man closed his eyes against the glare of their attention. "It's . . . it's complicated. When you do something well--but of course, you all do everything well, it's how you are now--you want to celebrate. To be proud of it in public. And sometimes you just want to spend time with friends. But of course, you don't have to worry about that, either. Ever since the Mindshare, you spend all the time you want with everyone."
When he opened his eyes again, the Children had cocked their head and were rubbing their chin, their eyes blank as they processed and shared.