III

She almost ran into her from behind. Two huge types of gloomy views stood in front of rooms 33-33, which later turned out to be a kind of apartment fully equipped for all types of interventions.

"Who are you, miss?" said the younger bushman.

The nurse entered behind Hilda. "The young lady wants to visit the gentleman and claims to be his girlfriend."

"How did you know he was here?" The older man asked as he assessed her under thick, gray eyebrows.

"Mark called me." Hilda replied.

Mentioning Mark seemed to make them happy and they became visibly more relaxed and intimate.

"I'm Simon," said the older man.

"And I'm Ed," the younger man introduced himself .

"I'm Hilda."

The sister introduced herself as Emily .

"But we call her Emma. Please, ladies, just go through the chamber first for complete disinfection. Don't worry, it's a combined ultraviolet light of cryogenic frequency and a highly fluctuating gravitation field."

The door slid, a beautiful purple light came on. She stepped inside.

The door closed immediately. After a few seconds, an opening appeared in the seemingly bare wall and she entered.

"Damon, Damon…"

No answer.

Soothing music floated through the room, while a gentle light illuminated the space, casting deep tights on the corners. A velvety voice surrounded her.

"Welcome, I'm Dr. Arts."

She looked, but she didn't see anyone, except for the walls, a strangely shaped closet and some 5 meters away and on it a huge bed with some kind of canopy and a lot of some winding shapes that could be seen through the curtain.

"Do not worry. As I said, I am Dr. Arts, a fully rounded, robotic unit for the care of high-ranking and high-risk patients. I am a real rarity. There are only 3 of us in the whole Megalopolis and I cost more than this whole hospital. I am not in human form, although I would like to, especially when I see such exceptional examples of the human race as you, young lady. Consider yourself extremely honored to have received a compliment from me."

Without waiting for her to retaliate, he continued to talk as the curtains parted and the light intensified.

"I have to tell you that Boss Damon is in very bad shape. In fact, I still don't have all the results. I scanned him, did every tests possible, slashed on resonance ... and nothing. Everything is fine to the eye, and he is getting worse and worse. Additional searches are underway so I'll know what it is."

She tried to speak.

Nothing came out.