A monitor beeps. Incessant.
A woman cries, "Will he be the same?"
Her sobs are followed by a man's voice. Quieter. Calm. "Just the same as he was before the accident," he says. "All you have to do is sign here, Mrs. Morales."
"And what if something happens? What if he breaks? Can you fix him? If he dies again..." The third voice belongs to another man. Unsure. Frantic, even. "What will happen to our family?"
"Mr. Morales, all of Yionics products are lifetime guaranteed, and Javier's body is premium certified. Sou came to the right company to give him back to you."
"We only want him back. I miss our son..." the woman's voice returns. -ofter and accepting, though hesitation rings in the very last word: son.