CHAPTER 7
He found himself in front of an old door of worn out synthetic wood, whose colour should have been green long ago. Probably before the acid rain started corroding it little by little. Beside the door a list of at least twenty names. Fred looked up at the building, just three floors high. “This is the Neo Apuania I know!” he whispered, thinking how small the apartments should be. He scanned the names until he found the one he was looking for, then he swore. The sign pasted beside the name said “Nurse” instead of “Doctor” as he expected.
For the following two minutes he insulted and cursed the robot that had given him the information, the engineers who had built him and the programmers who had programmed him nevertheless, he was here now so, he rang the intercom. No answer came t
