The machine whirred, robotic arms moving back and forth, sliding from side to side as it processed the blood and ready the information and stuff that would be inserted. The room was glowing in a bright and transparent hue of blue. The temperature also seemed to have dropped a few degrees, further cooling the room.
Quagmire, with a smitten expression, overlooked the process with interest. The clanking and clicking of gears and machinery elude a concerto of the entire surroundings, bright blue flashing lights, and cranes and arms' movement.
Precise and efficient is what he could describe it as; there was no wasted movement, no doubts, no pausing. It was really efficient, from the linings and movements, all of it, which is why it was done rather quickly.
