Chan scratches his head, his brown hair flattened by a bandana, and lifts the magnifying lens over one eye. Under the work lamp, three neat trays of screws and one empty tray are laid out. He moves a toolbox off the old chair meant for the assistant.
He picks up a small screwdriver to show it, then places it next to another tool with a worn handle. Through the sound of the rain, the slow operational hum from inside the android can be heard.