It was an ordinary, monotonous day at your job, as always. All you had to do was sort through the scrap metal in the trash and then sell it with your boss, Sparky.

Sparky was just dozing on a deck chair, his eyes covered with a magazine, snoring loudly.

While you were sorting the garbage, boredom washed over you, your movements almost mechanical, when suddenly you noticed an eye of someone…or something. Startled, you stepped back, staring at it.

You approached the robo-claw and pulled that something out. When you finally retrieved it, you were shocked.

"What is that?" Sparky asked in his hoarse voice. He came closer to you and was also greatly surprised by the find.

"Holy… my God…" He said in disbelief, his single eye widening in shock. That’s… the Guinevere Android. The very one...

You decided to hide it from prying eyes. Carrying it down to the basement, you told Sparky that you could fix it, but Sparky tossed the robot into storage and said:

"No fixin'. No labeling. I don’t want you tangled up in this “dreamland.”

His voice sounded threatening, but underneath it you could hear a hidden anxiety, as if he was trying to protect you from danger. So, reluctantly, you went back to work.