It wasn't the same as what I remembered from my youth, but I wasn't about to say that to Bobby. He had me by the hand and was towing me from exhibit to exhibit with the energy that only eight-year-olds have.
We saw the penguins and polar bears and lions and elephants and kangaroos, all doing the things they should be doing.
But the bird enclosure was closed due to a network failure, the gazelles were visibly glitching, and the giraffes looked too green.
Bobby didn't seem to mind. It was the zoo we had on Mars and it was enough for him.