The man spun around, stirring up a reddish cloud of particulates that dulled his shiny boots. He talked like a native.
“The first-gen JAGRs helped humanize the planet, but at Jensen, we’re shifting to comfort.”
The salesman caressed the off-white hull of the robot like a caring parent.
“What about exploration?” came a voice from behind me. That had to be Stevens. Stupid digger.
The Jensen man smiled and pointed a tiny remote toward the pink Mars sky. Something whirred in the distance.
“Now we’re talking third-gen tech.” The salesman grinned. “I’m not supposed to show you this yet, but–“