“Exactly,” Frank says, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
The Robot doesn't take offense; it isn't programmed for it. Instead, it walks over and places a hand—cold, silicone-wrapped sensors—on Frank’s shoulder. “I am programmed to ensure your health. My primary directive is to keep you here, in this house, for as long as possible. If you do not cooperate, your son will move you to the Memory Care Center in White Plains.”
The Robot stands still, its internal processors humming. It is weighing the directives. Directiv 1: Maintain the user's physical health. Directive 2: Maintain the user's mental health.
Frank flinches. The "Center." A place where the wallpaper is chosen by a committee and the doors are locked from the outside.
“Exactly,” Frank says, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
The Robot doesn't take offense; it isn't programmed for it. Instead, it walks over and places a hand—cold, silicone-wrapped sensors—on Frank’s shoulder. “I am programmed to ensure your health. My primary directive is to keep you here, in this house, for as long as possible. If you do not cooperate, your son will move you to the Memory Care Center in White Plains.”
The Robot stands still, its internal processors humming. It is weighing the directives. Directiv 1: Maintain the user's physical health. Directive 2: Maintain the user's mental health.
Frank flinches. The "Center." A place where the wallpaper is chosen by a committee and the doors are locked from the outside.