Delivery

"Delivery for Mr. Sanders," I heard a muffled voice in the storage room that was my makeshift office. I turned around to see a man in full biking gear, riding a bicycle and holding a box beneath his arm.

"I'm Mr. Sanders," I answered with a raised eyebrow. Normally couriers wouldn't take their bikes indoors. Then again, the garage storage room didn't really qualify as "indoors" and I mentally sighed as I imagined some of my colleagues using this to make fun of my situation.

"Alright! Please step closer so I can verify your identity," the biker said, almost too cheerfully. I could have sworn I saw a brief flash from inside his helmet but before I could make anything out of it, the man spoke again. "Identity confirmed. Here's your package, Mr. Sanders. Have a good day!"

"Uh, don't I have to sign for this thing?" I asked as I received the box.

"No need, sir!" the biker gave me a thumbs up. "Your identity has been verified. Have a good day!" He just repeated as he turned his bicycle around.

"Watch out for the-" before I could finish my warning, his rear wheel hit one off the shelves, shaking it strongly and causing a box filled with I don't know what fell squarely on his chest. The man and his bike fell to the side but, to my bewilderment, he kept his hands on the handles and his ass on the seat.

"Are you alright?" I almost shouted as I quickly ran to him.

"No need, sir!" he just said in that same cheery voice, though I detected a bit of distortion as well. "Your identity has been verified. Have a good day!"

As if his response wasn't strange enough, the man just started to pedal while still lying sideways on the ground.

"Uh, hey, I don't think you're-" I was going to say when I got cut off again.

"No need to verified a good day ... sir," the biker said, this time his voice fluctuating in tone. I could start to see a wisp of smoke coming from the helmet. The courier started to pedal faster, sending the bike circling on the ground.

I desperately made a dash towards the mysterious man when I saw the smoke getting stronger. I quickly pulled off the helmet, revealing a beautiful face, perfect like a mannequin's. I would be crushing on him completely if not for the smoke that was rising out of his neck.

"Package for good day, sir!" he said with a smile that reinforced my image of him as some store mannequin. His head suddenly twitched to the side, revealing sparks shooting out of his neck from beneath his suit.

I struggled to unzip his suit and pull it open. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw his chest and six-pack, utterly perfect and made of plastic. There was a large crack across his chest, where the sparks and smoke were coming from and I could easily see the wires and the gears turning inside.

I stood back in disbelief as the smiling man continued to pedal in place, twitching, sparking, and smoking. I immediately called the courier company to report the matter and they gave me instructions on how to shut the unit down. Apparently, they were secretly testing a new fleet of robot couriers and asked if I could keep the matter confidential. In exchange, they would give me this unit after it has been repaired. How could I refuse an offer like that?