“I don’t believe in ghosts,” said the robot. It was an old Mark VII Server Droid, remarkably well preserved but starting to glitch.
The reporter nodded sympathetically. Nobody believed in phantoms these days, certainly not robots of such obvious wisdom and experience. Nonetheless, a spectral figure had been seen floating through the walls of the TransOrbital Hotel & Spa, and his readers deserved answers.
Was it true that the specter been reported nine times in the last year? That the hotel staff refused to go to Deck 6? The robot whirred and sputtered.
“I don’t believe in ghosts,” it lied.