A few days later, the green robozoom had an urgent delivery waiting for him at the station, which had to be delivered at exactly 12 o'clock. As it was already half past eleven, he quickly took the parcel and set off to the address given. Through the wrapping, he could make out a small red light flashing at a regular pace inside the parcel. Strange, he thought to himself, but he hurried on.
Two minutes before noon, he arrived at the address, where a dilapidated warehouse building was greeted him. The robozoom didn't know what to do, he hesitated for a moment and then cautiously ventured into the dirty building.
"Hello, is anyone here? I'm from Robozzoom Service, I have a package for you!" he called out, but no one answered. From the distance, the wind brought the signal from the central atomic clock, marking exactly noon. A flock of pigeons took off with a loud noise from one of the supporting beams, when the red light inside the package stopped flashing. The robozoom's operating system immediately shut down, and everything went dark. Unconscious, he collapsed onto the dirty floor.