A van pulled up in in a handicapped space in front of the auditorium at the base of the Stranger Industries building. An apparently chubby brown haired woman got out from behind the wheel and walked around to the back doors. She opened it, revealing a wheel chair ramp. “OK, Marilyn. Let’s get you out of there,” the woman said to the other one sitting in the wheelchair inside.
“Thanks Heather,” Marilyn replied as the straps were removed and she drove her chair down the ramp. “Let’s head inside.”
“Sure thing,” Heather Brown replied as she fell in step beside Marilyn Seong’s wheelchair. They made their way through the people streaming in and out of the auditorium. When they got to the entrance, Heather pulled out some papers and showed them to the attendant at the desk there and received passes in return. Then they entered the large room. Inside was filled with displays of robotics from companies all over the world. The lar