"Andrea Anderson, at thirty seven years of age you are in possession of 88% of your optimal health." The rabbit-faced android has just delivered the bio-medical tracker under the skin of my arm. "Congratulations. The New Rome Health System will continue to monitor your health. Thank you for your patronage." It turns away and exits without another word.
"What did that...rabbit...thing...just say about it?" Asks Austin.
"The system?" Rupert says. "It is known as the New Rome Health Network. It is comprised of this hospital and a group of smaller clinics scattered throughout the city for convenience. You own this system, in fact, Ms. Anderson."
"I...own a hospital?"
"A health system," he corrects me. "Now, if you'll follow me." We exit the small room and head down the hall, Rupert in the
