Chapter 3: Gen 6
Ben carried his tray and tried to find an empty table. It was impossible. Frostip 4 was packed, as always. The mess hall was abuzz with people, everyone was bumping onto him and stepping on his toes.
Ben had no friends anymore. Just Remi.
The drone made way for him and located an empty seat on one of the tables. As Ben carried himself slowly towards the seat, a woman with no tray tried to sit down and have a chat with the people around.
“Shoo woman! Can’t you see I’ve reserved this seat for a respected male? This is no time for your idle gossip,” Remi said in his high pitched male voice.
“Gossip this,” the woman said and smacked the drone on its head. Then she left.
Ben sat down with a sigh as his aching joints protested. “Every time I sit down, it’s like a godsend.
