The elevator doors slowly closed.
Inside the elevator stood only a robot that looked like a television. Once the doors closed, the "television" activated.
It had four mechanical arms. As they reached toward him, Yang Bo said directly, "I'll do it myself."
With that, he took off his clothes. Perhaps this was the first time it had encountered someone as cooperative as Yang Bo, because the "little TV" seemed bewildered, unsure what to do for a moment.
"Watch... your... step..."
Perhaps because Yang Bo had been so cooperative, the "little TV" kindly gave him a warning. Then the elevator floor suddenly opened, and Yang Bo dropped helplessly downward.
Knowing what was happening, Yang Bo felt neither nervous nor uncomfortable. As he fell, a beige outfit bearing an orange TVA logo appeared on him.
It felt pretty comfortable, though the design of this "prison uniform" wasn't particularly attractive.
He landed steadily before a device resembling a subway security gate. No, it actually was a security gate, except this one was wooden and looked decidedly old-fashioned.
Just then, a man only about four feet three inches tall spoke, a logbook in his hand. "Please confirm that, to your knowledge, you are not a robot..."
Before the man could finish, Yang Bo walked straight through the security gate. A click sounded, like a camera taking a picture.
A photograph printed out of a device connected to the security gate.
This device could photograph any creature with a soul, but Yang Bo was now very curious about what his temporal aura looked like.
He tilted his head and leaned over to look at the photograph the man had taken from the machine.
It was pitch-black, without a trace of color.
"You don't have a soul?"
The staff member looked stunned. This time, he finally