You see, that was the niche her father had decided to market for all those years. “Mooncare” was created. He borrowed a ton of money, and the rest, well, is history. The huge economic growth on Earth has led to demand never being higher.
A beeper goes off. She immediately heads into one of the rooms. “Everything okay?”
A tanned woman with deep facial lines and short white hair is sitting at the side of the bed. She points at a manual wheelchair. “Quiero ir a la sala de entretenimiento.”
Almost instantly, the room’s built-in translator kicks in – “I want to go to the entertainment room.”
Maeve smiled, “Of course, you’re name is Maria, right?” She brought the wheelchair closer to the old woman and helped her into it.
Maria spoke again through the translator. “That’s one of the things I love about this place, the human touch. I hate the carebots back home. They are so cold, and always repeating the same spiel again and again, till they don’t for some random, nonsensical reason. And you are so pretty too! What age are you, my dear?”
“Nineteen, and I am so happy that you are enjoying your trip.”
“So young, to think I am over two hundred.”
Maria pushed her out of the room and found a nice spot for her to park beside a group playing cards.
Mark's Writing Corner 