Charles heard the strange scrambling noise in his head, louder than ever, and his head jerked to the left. The team leader began his speech, but Charles couldn't concentrate. Everyone's eyes were focused on the team leader. It was just like they didn't hear the noise he had heard. “Is everything okay?” Vera, who had noticed his head jerking, and his expression stiffen, asked, and he looked at her. “There was a kind of noise. A… a loud, uh… what's the word for it? A loud scrambling noise. I heard it loud and clear, but no one else seemed to have heard it.” He explained, still looking over at the people who listened to the team leader, as he briefed Charles on the qualities of the robot once more. “Uh… maybe we missed it. You know, the team leader was talking.” Vera replied, and gave a little smile, before giving back her attention to the team leader. Could it really have been misheard? How possible could such a sound have been misheard? It had been loud and clear when he heard it. “So, we will show our tech product putting these qualities to work now.” The team leader announced, and Charles realized he ought to pay attention. It was hard forgetting about the strange noise, but he didn't want to miss the real thing he had come to see. He had come to see his product fulfill his expectations. “Okay, here, we have our test subjects.” The team leader announced, and three ladies stepped up looking excited. The first one was placed in front of the mini-robot, and she closed her eyes. It took a lot of time for her expression to change, and Charles guessed it wasn't that easy channelling out an emotion you didn't feel in the first place. She was probably searching for a memory to fall into. Charles watched as her eyebrows knitted together, and she began to breathe hard, and almost immediately; a button on the mini-robot turned red, signifying her anger, and she opened her eyes. She took in a deep breath, and tried to smile, but it was obvious she was still trying to get rid of the anger from whatever memory she had plunged headfirst into. The members clapped, and so did Charles and Vera, until the robot moved to the second lady. She gave a bright smile then closed her eyes. Just like the first woman, it took over a minute before her expression began to shift. She bit her lower lip, and lowered her head. The mini-robot's flashed a button that indicated sadness and everyone clapped; however, the young woman didn't raise her head. “Are you okay?” The third one asked, and she raised her head. There were tears in her eyes, and her lips began to quiver. “I'm… I'm sorry.” She said, sniffing, but her tears ran down her face like broken beads. “Okay, let's take a quick break.” Charles announced, getting to his feet, and Vera followed, as he left the room. The young woman began to cry harder, and her colleagues tried to console her. “It's nothing. It's just a dreadful childhood memory. I… I didn't mean to mess this up. There were other memories I could have thought of, but… I couldn't stop my mind from going over horrible events that happened when I was a child. I'm sorry.” She apologized. She was given a napkin, and began to wipe her tears ferociously. “Mr. Charles understood, and that's why he allowed us to take a quick break. Come, let's get your make-up retouched. You look horrible.” The first woman said, taking the hand of the crying woman, who laughed. “My make-up's ruined. I forgot about that.” She said, trying to shield her face. Charles, and Vera walked to his office, where Charles plopped down into his chair. “You didn't inform them how long the break would last.” Vera reminded him, as she took her seat on one of the sofas in his office. “I believe everyone should know a break naturally lasts for thirty minutes. He said, and a little smile formed on her face. “So what do you think about our mini-robot?” She asked. “I think it's impressive. I haven't seen anything like it — yet. Our robot's going to be big. I can feel it.” Charles said, with a little smile on his face. He could already imagine the people clamoring to get the robot immediately it was released. They would definitely want it as a show of class, and money, for their fascination, and also for comfort reasons. To Charles, humans were lacking in one way. Generally, they didn't know when a person was seeking comfort. Humans hid feelings, and even when they wanted others to know how they felt, they still couldn't help hiding their feelings. And other humans couldn't tell. His robot was there to clear that off. It would detect the emotion change straightaway, even if the people would rather not use words to express their feelings; just like that, his robot would be appreciated. When thirty minutes was over, they headed back to the meeting room, and just like Charles had expected; they were all getting settled for the meeting to commence. Charles looked for the young woman who had been crying earlier, and spotted her next to the first woman, who had thought of a memory that made her angry. She looked calm and had a napkin in her hands. Then he concentrated on the third woman, whose emotion they were yet to see the robot discover. “Before we commence, I would like to apologize for the short delay.” The team leader said, but Charles waved it off. “Let's go on.” He said. “You can begin.” The team leader said to the woman, who took in a deep breath, smiled, then closed her eyes gently. Charles waited, expecting to wait for over a minute, before her expression shifted, but he didn't need to. She worked quickly, and he could see her expression began to shift, but before he could make out any details, everywhere suddenly went black. Charles shook his head. What could cause a blackout in the company? He was about to rise when he heard them all clap. “Wow. This is amazing.” He heard Vera say next to him, clapping, and with a jolt, he realized… He was the one who couldn't see.