Gigie stands up, an enameled porcelain mug in one hand, an electromagnetic wave sensor in the other. Gigie pours the hot coffee into her intended mouth, watching through the window of her suspended loft the advertising cars spinning in the sky. Gigie pays little attention to the higher bitterness rate this morning than usual. His electrogram shows him an average voltage: 24V. It's time to go. Gigie triggers the automatic costume designer and finds herself propelled into the pneumatic elevator. The suit, still warm, is perfectly adjusted to its receiving robot carcass.