Okay, how about this then?
pr0n. Nothing but pr0n.
I will gladly take the puppies 
I was thinking along those same lines myself. 
In one of my stories the protagonist finds herself on an interstellar spacecraft. The passengers are kept in cryostorage for most of the hundred-year journey, but they are each woken for a few days every decade or two in order to treat freezer damage (which can only be treated at body temperature). The living space in the ship is tiny - smaller than a single story house - but the walls are covered in phased array optics that display a vast Earth landscape in three dimensions. She eventually finds a tiny porthole about two inches across, but she can’t see anything out of it, except a glimpse of a repair bot on the outside of the ship, idle. Coldsleep was a blessed release from this tedium.