“The first copy is complete, Mr. Som,” the engineer says through a microphone as the copy machine doors open. “You may now put back on your clothes for the last and final copy,” he says, looking down at his laptop screen. Som looks around the small, somewhat messy, cold lab. It was like a TV set—the kind you would see on an American sci-fi, with all the gizmos and gadgets alike, the only difference being that instead of rows of test tubes, there were cords, computers, and hand tools everywhere. The whole place seemed to have a foreboding aura that sent a chill down Som’s spine; chalking it up to nerves, he ignores it.

He looks over at the engineer, concentration etched on his features as he types away on his computer. “You know,” Som says, picking up the white towel from the brown folding chair beside the machine, “normally, I get to know at least a person’s name before I get completely naked in front of them.”

The typing of the keyboard and the clicking of the mouse stopped abruptly. An awkward silence passed before the engineer spoke, “Ran,” the engineer says, briefly taking his eyes off the computer screen before looking back at it again. Som nodded his head in acknowledgment as he returned to the changing room. A few minutes later, Som walks back into the laboratory wearing the outfit he left the house in earlier.“So, I am ready when you are, ” Som says nervously. He stood beside the copy machine, his hands clasped together as he nervously twirled his thumbs around each other.

"It’s crazy how a machine designed for building robots needs its own copy machine," Som thought to himself.

Ran clicks a couple more buttons on the laptop, and the doors to the copy machine open once more. “Okay, now we will do a copy with clothes on.” Ran gestures for Som to get into the machine. Once Som is inside, Ran presses a button, and the doors on the copy machine close. A lime-green light, followed by yellow, emits, signaling the final copy.