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[Criptfeind]

Look up the 'Requirements.'

[Hubris Incalculable]

You search high and low through the PET's database, and finally come up with this ridiculously esoteric pattern of commands to open the bed:

• Deploy Personal Maintenance Hub
• Deploy Horizontal Worksurface
• Deploy Horizontally Mobile Storage Compartment
• Inflate Fully Recumbent Relaxation Device

You run the commands, and climb aboard your bed, which apparently rests above your toilet and your dresser, and turn on the Television to channel 3.

The TV displays a static image of that box with the black glass front, with these words overlaid: "Congratulations, you may have already won an upgrade! Collect your complimentary in-flight magazine for details!", while that voice once again comes over the speakers, saying "SuperGalacticTraveller, this could be your luck-luck-lucky day! Yes, you may already have won an upgrade to second class, and a whole new world of luxury! You may collect your complimentary magazine from the suc-u-bus in your SGT lobby. If the coupon on page 2 has lucky number 35279 on it, then you have won! Take the magazine to the embarkation lobby, and our helpful desk-staff will delight in upgrading you!"

[quip]

Posting to watch (?)

[Criptfeind]

Get your upgrade.

[Theodolus]

Ah, the good old days.

Anyway, exit our room, and find the suc-u-bus at the end of the smallish house sized area and get our magazine.

At the first chance get some pistachios.

[Hubris Incalculable]

((Ah, finally, someone who gets it))

You leave your room, and walk over to the black glass-walled box. You turn it on with your Pet (you are finally starting to get the hang of this thing), and the case lifts up, revealing a very ugly robot with a trumpet for a mouth and a tube at the back of it's head, leading through the wall ((See my avatar for an example)). It looks up at you, and says in a horrible gravelly voice, "You've got mail."

[quip]

Punch it in the face!

Then ask about the mail.

[Hubris Incalculable]

You inflict more pain on your puny hands by punching it in it's metal face. It fails to respond to your abuse.

"What sort of mail?" You ask.
"How would I know?" It responds. "I suck, I blow, and that's about it. Bleagh!"

A cylinder falls out of it's trumpet-like mouth, and falls into the tray. You pick it up,  and open it, revealing your magazine. You open it, and find that it is indeed your "luck-luck-lucky day"! Hooray! You rush into the elevator, go to floor 1, and rush to the embarkation lobby.

"Well, someone's in a hurry," snaps the DeskBot as you approach.

[Theodolus]

Politely smile and offer up your second-class upgrade ticket. "And you are sounding as lovely as ever ma'am!"

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Oh, thank you, dear," she responds with mock sincerity. "Ah, i wish the wouldn't do this," she says as you hand her the magazine." It's very bad for other passengers. Very well. I'v assigned you to second class stateroom, room 3, floor 24,  which you can reach from elevator 3. Don't make your way to the bar, don't enjoy the sculptures, don't fiddle with the pellerator, don't touch the artwork, and if you go out to the promenade deck, don't scuff the woodwork. There you are, and it's better than you deserve."