McMathers entered a command into his personal luxury hover ships control system and set it into auto pilot mode. Minimizing the displayed holo-projection of the controls McMathers then sat back into a plush white captain’s chair with a sigh and laid his cane comfortably across his knees. The already airborne hover ship then started gliding seamlessly towards its destination.
"This old body won't be getting any younger." McMathers muttered to no one. "However, I can go on for another twenty years if I feel like it, he-he! JEB, bring me some wine."
"Understood, Master McMathers." A human like, monotonous robotic voice replied. Then from behind McMathers came rolling next to his chair, on a single large round polished brass orb, was a humanoid robot dressed from the waistline up in a butler
