“He’s not going to remember names,” Giselle said. “He’s so old he can’t make new memories. You make him play cards or something, something where he meets people and has to remember them, he’ll get all confused and upset. Or would you just plug him into virtual and forget him?” She leaned into the student’s face, almost spitting the words. “He. Deserves. Better.”
Giselle whirled, glancing up the hall. The smart paint had rearranged itself into a forest scene, branches weighted with deep green leaves covering the ceiling and seeming to block out a sun that wasn’t really there. The white rectangles of patient room doors and the delicious aroma of coffee made the illusion merely impressive rather than perfect.
One of the doors had a blinking white attention light above it. “There!” Giselle s
