"I'm not going anywhere with you...you rubber clad freak" Steven yelled as he throws a punch at the overseers face mask. It made a rubber smacking sound as his fist bounded of the overseers gas mask, not even cracking his lens.
"1915 has failed to meet the basic requirements for drone hood. It will be taken to be made a lesser VI." The rubber clad man stated as without effect on its picks steven off the ground and over its shoulder. Steven was hitting his back as the drone dragged Steven off, down the hall.
The drone walked down the hall to an old elevator as they went deeper into the factory....
One hour later
Steven had tired himself out trying to break free of the overseers grip. The overseer had been walking in and out of identical halls and door, No end in sight. He was half awake when the drone finally arrived in a new part of the factory.