Mother's Anguish
Air damp and frost tender. An island where you only hear birds cry is shrouded in mist and cluttered with foliage covered, empty housing. To an educated elder the knowledge of this land is rare. A hundred-eighty six years ago it was a place where the sick could live at home with their families while still receiving any and all proper medical treatment. All human life on this island belonged solely to the patients and families. The caretakers were robots that worked around the clock to help anyone that needed it. Something that sounds so wonderful, if only the work of medicine was as advanced as the tools and appearance of its surroundings. During its first thirty two years of operation at least…
