"This can't be it," Austin mutters.
We step out onto the white marble curb and look up at the building. It's a single floor and about a tenth the size of the Toronto hospital Austin worked in.
Rupert stands beside us. "And it's completely automated. It was the first of its kind. Donald Anderson took the vision and made it reality. Follow me." The automated lounge car that brought us here slides away. The front doors of the hospital open with a whoosh.
Inside, the halls are as stark white as Earth hospitals once were, but they have a cleanliness about them that hurts my eyes. The stained carpets and moldering acoustic ceiling panels of Austin's public hospital was a park sandbox compared to this place. Robotic staff with the faces of cartoon cats and dogs float by on wheels hidden beneat
