Hearing the rattle and hum of the oversized overhead-door brought a chill to his heart; the inclement weather thereby added another bad mark to his manufacturing mind. A morning sun, still hidden behind smoky clouds, could only provide a waft of warmth to the solitude of the staging area. The warehouse had grown stuffy, so the idea of finally “airing it out” was the right thing to do.

“Good morning Mr. Hewson.”

“Good morning, PAUL.”

Before strapping his hands and feet onto the Pneumatic Assisting Universal Lifter, David Hewson activated the manual override control.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Hewson?”

“Yes, PAUL. I’ll take it from here.”

Crate by crate and row after row; David Hewson spent the better part of the day emptying the entire right wing of the warehouse. Finally, every iPal, the best selling personal android on the market, set uncovered and exposed on the loading dock.

Deactivating the Lifter he had left outside, David lowered the warehouse door.

“It looks like rain today, PAUL.”