![]() ![]() ![]() There she met an appliance that resembled a broom with wheels and detachable arms. Megan spent half an hour putting them through their paces before her hosts enticed her to another lab. In one, spindly droids trundled around, navigating obstacle courses with remarkable agility. Tony and Claire showed up in person to escort her through the snazziest labs. They were wonderful people and she loved them dearly, but she felt like running for the hills every time they got that grandparental gleam in their eyes. Invariably, her parents joined the chorus, with hints that she should include a fellow in the proceedings, son-in-law material, of course. Visiting MindSim was far better than the “hot times” her friends urged on her for fun, like parties or holovids. In any case, after a few weeks of negotiations, they flew her from Massachusetts to California for a tour of their labs. Or maybe they were just covering all their bases. MindSim must have begun the paperwork in advance. Megan hadn’t expected her security clearance to come through so fast. ![]()
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