Get the Package

“Hi Mr Robot, um..BX 34521, I think. Do you remember me?” You ask nervously.

The Robot responds, “Yes of course, you are not John Doe, therefore I have no deliveries for you, have a wonderful day!” And continues towards the building entrance.

You quickly step in front of him holding your hands out in warding to get him to stop.

“Wait, see, that’s the thing, I actually am John Doe, I thought this was a scam. I can prove it!” Despiration creeping into your voice.

“Certainly sir, why didn’t you say so to begin with,” the robot responds and quickly retrieves the box from his mail sack proffering it for you to verify yourself.

You place your thumb over the oval scanning pad. Besides the scanner, the box is plain, but you realize it’s made of real wood! At first you thought it was metal etched with a wood grain pattern, but there’s no metal you know of with the feel and density of the box you just pressed your thumb to.

Bright red light bleeds through the seam around the box and lid, flashing quickly 5 times then turns a solid green for 3 seconds. Some kind of magnetic lock releases, the box twitches as its lid separates from it’s body.

Almost immediately after verification the robot bids his farewell, “Thank you! Have a wonderful day!,” but he remains motionless, box in outstretched hand waiting for you to retrieve it. You do so and thank the robot who promptly enters the office.

You call a taxi, which arrives promptly, but wait until you’re back in your apartment before you check the contents of the box. If this was something worth getting Uncle Martin riled up, It would be smart to open it in privacy.