"How do you know about Varinox?" Sheila asked with a surprised look on her face. She had not expected to hear those words from the young man in front of her.
Stanley looked at her, his anger still apparent in his eyes which he failed to control. "You know about this thing?" he asked.
Sheila looked at him, judging the danger of the situation before nodding. "I do," she said. "How do you know? Are you not from here?"
"What do you mean?" Stanley asked. "No, never mind about that. Tell me what this thing in my head is. It keeps shouting at me, telling me to restock it."
"Oh, you don't know?" she was confused even more. "Varinox is one of the latest medicinal nano-machines."
"What?" Stanley asked. "What does that even mean?"
