Gladia got into the air jet. Today, she would be leaving the farm. The farm where she had lived her whole life. Gladia Thool was only two decades old. But everyone left the farm as soon as they were two decades old, and had completed at least one of those two decades without seeing anyone. She had viewed others trimensionally, of course. That was what she would do from now on. Simply view. Only the younger children saw each other, because they did not understand. Adult Solarians did. And today she would be taken to her own estate. She was eager to see her estate. It would be her own. At least until she married which she would soon. She had viewed him before.
She had been told that now that she had graduated, and was going to have an estate of her own, she would see no one. No one except the one who would be her husband. It would be a long process, but it must be done, they had told her. Gladia had no idea what to really expect, but she was excited. She always loved to do or see anything new.
The air jet took off, and Gladia looked out the window. She could see the baby farm below. The building began getting smaller and smaller, as the jet rose into the air. A robot walked in, asking if she required anything. Gladia shook her head. The robot bowed and left.
Gladia wondered what the robots on her estate would be like? She knew what robots generally looked like, and how they acted, but she wondered if the robots on the estate differed in any sense from the robots on the farm. On her estate there would be thousands of robots, she knew, looking after her.
Looking out the window again, she saw the landscape below her. Every now and then, a silver dot that was probably a robot came into view. Trees, plains, mountains, the scenery was endless. Having been confined to the farm all her life, she found the scenery fascinating.
She began to wonder what type of a landscape her estate would be on. She would find out soon enough.