Tyson stood in his square white room—sleek and far more advanced than anything he'd seen in his own city. High-tech interfaces floated mid-air, like transparent screens, lining the walls. Even the fridge and the entrance to the washroom had designs, crafted to match a human's styles.
He took a cautious step forward to the futuristic fridge. When he opened it, light flickered inside, and a holographic menu appeared, displaying a list of food items from Earth. Some meals he recognized instantly—things he'd eaten all his life. Others were exotic, unfamiliar.
He hesitated, then tapped the icon of a warm meal.
For a moment, he doubted the machine's promise. How could a fridge create a warm meal instantly—especially one from Earth? But in the next second, a steaming plate appeared in the upper chamber—the space where ice cubes were usually stored.
He blinked, stunned. it was warm, as if freshly made, but who made it? and how?
