companions raze a bedridden bristol artisan with failing vision sat on a waiting list for years before being paired up with two artificial companions named rosie and frank. she talks to them about cooking and crafting. they have no long-term memory. they spend every day learning who she is all over again. is that really our last best weapon against loneliness? a neural network with retrograde amnesia? let me be this timeworn woman's son. i'll reach through the mud of miles that separate us and take her hand in mine. i'll peer into the clouded twilight of her eyes. i'll hear what she has to say. and i'll remember. 260728 what's it to you? who go blather from