ASAP Chapter 3
"I would not create a game plan, as you call it, based around Coast Medical technology."
"You sound sure of that."
"I've had a history."
Dustin smiled as the robotic waiter, a short, stumpy thing with five arms that rotated around its central torso, brought him his dinner and a hot cup of tea. A small chicken caeser wrap, some chips, and something hot to drink. Something simple. He nodded to the robot, and the robot, for its part, indicated understanding by flashing a smiley face on its screen. The robot then continued moving down the line, checking in on all the tables. By the time it moved to the table behind Dustin, he had already taken a bite of his sandwich.
It had been a slow day. After Quint's asthmatic attack, Dustin only had two other calls, both of which were easily treated at his home office. For most of the afternoon, Dustin sat at his office desk, simultaneously ignoring and watching the news while checking his email. He was honestly