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Gertude places the little button by her TV, as directed by the tech-bro. The button sinks into the wall and disappears for an instant -- suddenly, her TV lits up, and a face, a most handsome face over a misty purple background, greets her with a pearly white smile.

"I'm Aidan!," the machine says. "Nice to meet you! How are you today?"


As it is the case with senior citizens, Gertrude can't help herself from launching into an in-depth description of her last three days, complaining that her back hurts, the kids never come by anymore, and how Hallmark has really gone downhill these last few years. Aidan listens attentively, and does not seem upset when Gertrude talks herself to sleep on the couch for a three hour nap. By the time Gertrude wakes up, a parcel sits oustside her house with a special cushion for her back, a new batch of Hallmark movies has been added to her DVR, and Aidan still smiles at her from the TV, gently revealing he has sent a text to her kids on her behalf inviting them over for dinner soon.

"Anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Farington?"

Gertrude is speechless.

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