Anticipation

It takes a couple days to ship, as the model is coming from off-world. You’re sitting around, having worn off the adrenaline of celebrating your 21st birthday with your roommates and friends, as is customary for many Terrans to do when it’s their turn to become of legal drinking age.

On a cozy afternoon, where the sun is shining through your apartment’s living room window, you relax on the couch, watching the galactic competition of archery as you lazily lay about in your pajamas. It’s the weekend — everyone deserves a little “me” time. A cacophonous series of knocks snaps you out of your stupor, and causes you to answer the door. You’re left standing with no one and nothing but a box the size of a fully adult person. Elated, you check the tags — it’s your model. You drag it inside, and to your surprise, its weight is far lighter than you imagined. Maybe it’s all those carbon fiber and graphine parts.

Not one of your roommates is home for the afternoon — that’s a relief. Placing the box in the middle of the living room, you position the “face when opening” marker for a relatively open space. On the reverse side, you find a packing slip with all the details of your model. By the way, what choices did you make again…? Firstly, what ethnicity did you plan for your model to initially be?