Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small, cluttered workshop. It was late, and sunlight was long gone. The workshop was lit by the dim glow of the work light. John nearly toppled backward from his stool, his jaw dropping. He stared at the other man, Daniel, who was smiling at him. The robots, the same construction, the same programming, the same elegant movements and capabilities – they were both the same.

He let out a yell, jumping to his feet, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "No way," he breathed, barely able to keep the words from tumbling out. "That’s... fantastic!" His entire body tingled with excitement.

Daniel held up his hands and chuckled, his own face bright with joy. "Can you believe it? Identical. Every part." He gestured toward his robot. "We can build an army."

John laughed, a hearty, unrestrained sound. "Let's get started. Let's make some noise." He already had a wrench in his hand, ready to begin work.