Kuntel: Maybe that was the point? Maybve I want to get you drunk... *He smiles jokingly and pours her some wine, sitting next to a floor-to-ceiling window.*
Kuntel: Hmm... Our daughter getting married? *He smiles and offers her the flowers.* Kuntel: I don't know about you, but that makes me feel older than twenty-five.
No, seeming as we have the same thing with laser projected keyboards and nothing has been developed that represents 3D holograms. That, and an ineractable projection is nearly centuries behind what your thinking of.
*Quei glances at him and ignores him, trying to help the monk.* DS61 M Persi: If I had known that you had feelings for Tara, I wouldn't have said that...
Abbot Xi: Relax. Help around. Walk around, even. By how you interact with the monks here, I will decide whether or not you can join the Maori Draomn. DS61 M. Persi, quietly: Really...? That must have been awkward... to learn...