another door. “Medical."
Amber peered into the large room. Cabinets took up one side, with strange looking
instruments and bottles filling them. Two metal tables were in the center.
A sudden movement made her heart skidder. A strange, thin metal robot leaned over a tray. It stopped when it noticed them. Its eyes blinked red, otherwise there was no expression on its mechanical features.
Ryja waved a hand. “Continue.” The robot turned back to the tray. “Sarla loves her work."
"It's a girl?"
He laughed. “Not really. A robot has no gender. I like to assign them a name, thus giving them female or male characteristics."
"She didn't seem too lively."
"That was a good observation. The newer models are more animated. But Sarla's a good nurse.” He raised an eyebrow. “Wait to you meet Mica."
"A lively robot?"
"No, an android with character out the wazoo."
Amber stopped and faced him. “I'm amazed at how many Earth cliches and sayings you know.” She frowned. “Which makes me think this is a dream."
He cleared his throat. “Um, I have a confession. I did study everything I thought was important to the mission. But there's no way I can know every little idiom."
"Your mission?"
"I'll explain after breakfast.” He thumped a black box clipped to his belt. “This is a kind of translator that places correct terminology understanding in my brain. It can be fed information on each planet I visit."
"How does it work?"
He shrugged. “Can you tell me how a television works?"
"No way,” Amber said.
"I'm an explorer, not a scientist. I haven't a clue how it works."
An explorer. This was getting more interesting.
"Okay,” she pointed at the metal wall behind him. I noticed the halls are curved. Is this spaceship round?"
"Yes, it is. You will see it later. But it looks very much like the craft on Lost in Space."
"Really?” That seemed a little too simple, like something a dreaming mind would think up.
They had walked a few feet, and then he stopped in front of another door.
"You watched our television shows or movies?"
"Some of both. I do find it amusing that so many Earthlings deny the existence of life on other planets. So, I became interested in watching series and movies concerning your planets concept of space travel."
"And aliens?"
He nodded.
"Interesting. Any favorites?"
"Hmm. I enjoyed Star Wars and Star Trek."
She giggled. “Star Trek has always been my favorite.” She glanced at him. “You aren't going to tell me which you liked better, are you?"
"Nope.” He opened the door. “Right now, I'm starving."
Amber stopped in the doorway. The walls were white, a welcome relief from the dull grey of the hallway. A single table sat in the center, with four chairs around it. The furniture was made from a dark wood with golden grains running throughout. There was a vase of flowers in the middle of the table, and the flowers must be from some exotic plant, because she didn't recognize them. Not that she was an expert, but she was pretty familiar with most types of flowers.
Each stalk resembled an orchid. The large petals were a burgundy red with black stripes running down the center of each petal, and the smell was heavenly.
"How beautiful."
"You haven't seen anything yet.” He spoke aloud. “Play Earth garden scene."
Amber gasped. All four walls lit up and it looked like they were in the middle of a lovely garden. Flowers and floral bushes grew behind a stone wall, while one section was broken by a flowing waterfall that rippled into a pond. Any wall could have been photographed for Southern Living magazine.
She had been so overwhelmed at the visuals it took a few seconds to soak in the sounds. Birds sang, crickets chirped, bees buzzed, the wind sighed gently, and the waterfall gurgled.
"Can I sleep in here?"
Ryja grinned. “My bedroom is far more interesting.” He pulled out a chair for her.
Amber didn't argue. His bedroom was lush, but it couldn't compare to the beauty of nature