A cold machine.

Chapter 1: Volta, Joule, and the creation of clones.

"That russian company called us again-" turned the blonde haired girl on her chair, facing the coworker next to her. "Oh, i thought they forgotten about this whole deal." Replied the coworker sitting next to the blonde haired girl. The blonde haired girl seemed to just start to eat her lunch, which composed of jam and toast. "It's been such a long time we promised this to them. We need to keep it a secret from the others- you know, Omega would kill us if she'd figure out we didn't work on it for the past 6 months-"
The click of someone's heels echoed through the hall between the room the two coworkers sat in, them quickly getting quiet. The white haired boy shivered. A taller girl in a white and blue uniform showed up. Her long, dark hair was swaying as she walked towards them. She emitted a somehow intimidating aura, and it was apparent she was some sort of leader in here. Her name is Omega, and she was responsible for creating one of the most destructive and insane clones. A lot of people from the organization are afraid of her and think she does some shady stuff.
"Too bad i heard you two talking, Hm? Now, you'll at least know what to do next."
Joule and Volta nervously nodded. "Good that you understand me. Though, I'm still angry at you two for not working on it for such a long time. You two should be fired. Now, get back to work." Said Omega as she quickly walked away again. "I-i didn't have time since i was working on my own project so i wouldnt be kicked out of here.." Said Joule quietly. "I was helping others with projects. But i guess this doesn't matter now." Replied Volta as she took a bite of the toast. The white haired boy turned around at her. "Let's do our best after the break, Okay?" "Yeah!" Replied Volta as she ate the toast.
The two soon finished their lunch break and headed through the dark not much lighted halls of the organization's sophisticated underground building. They walked through the dark halls together until they got to the central room with all the main computers, as well as the one which stored the data.
"The company said they want it cheap. Though, making clones even cheaper would be, technically very hard.." "don't we like use cheap parts or something?" "Good idea." Nodded Volta.
"Miiiishaaa-" yelled Volta at the taller black and dark grey haired man in the opposite corner of the main processing room.  "What do you want, Volta...." he responded. It seemed like he was really tired. "We need to work on that clone for the russian company. They want it cheap- do you have any ideas on how should we make it?" Replied Volta.
"Idunno... use a base code, it's faster and cheaper, less faulty, and maybe some cheaper scrap materials...." Misha yawned and sipped the coffee out of his white mug. "Hmm i see then.." Replied Volta again, turning on the black computer in the corner.
Joule silently leaned agains a wall next to the computer and stared at the screen as Volta browsed through the countless number of files.
Then, one particular file caught Joule's eye. "What about we use Rakko Usukko as the base? I have used his code once for a clone, it's pretty stable.." "Oh, good idea, sure, Let's try it." Said Volta while looking up the folder. "Here. We should start to modify it now." Joule nodded. "Copy the folder, we should codename it something." Volta nodded and proceeded to copy the files. Meanwhile as all of them copied, Volta asked some other things. "What do we codename it?"
"What about... Rakko Usukko Russian for now? It's nothing much but i think it's Okay for now." "Ooh good idea, Volta. Now, what next? Should i do the programming?" Asked Joule. Volta nodded. "Yeah you'll take care of the coding, but i still need to install him a launguage and a voice." "We should have one in our library. You know, the deep russian one we added last year. It's still unused I'm pretty sure. And as for launguage capabilities, just give him Russian and English, that should be enough.
Volta proceeded to copy the voice into the folder and download the launguage packages. As soon as these finished, Volta turned at Joule. "Hey you can now start, Oh wait- i'll just open the code for you... there!" Volta stood up from the chair. Joule sat down and took down the glasses from the top of his head on his face. They shined in the bright screen light as he began to type something in.
"What should he be like?" "Hmm.. let me think..." Replied Volta.
"Okay so.."
"Male, obviously, strong, like a lot, but not extremely, tall, kinda wide, maybe change his hair colour to something more natural, like.. maybe black, and i don't think eye colour matters, keep the default purple colour. Keep all the other stuff and i think that should be it."
Joule furiously began to type something into the black keyboard. "Though, no need to rush it, Joule-kun." "Don't worry, i'll check it after him if you want." Said Misha. "Thanks." Replied Joule quietly while staring at the screen and continuously typing something.
As Joule and Volta finished up the code and generated the parameters according to the code, they headed to the material storage room.
"Cheap materials... in here?" "That seems impossible.." "i mean, we can have the small scrap parts from other broken androids, but what about the base material and all the other stuff..." sighed Volta. "Cheer up though, there must be something.."  Suddenly, Joule's eyes sparked with brightness as he stared at the tall, around 2 meter tall refrigirator with a freezer lying in the corner. "It's the broken fridge Kelvin  left here last month!" Said Joule in his almost childishly sounding voice. "Why don't we use it?" "Good idea, Joule-kun! Finally something!" Volta smiled. And hugged Joule. "Ehh-" she jumped back off quickly realizing what she just did. "It's fine."
Volta took the tall fridge together with Joule, and carried it back to the main computer room. They placed it on a white table in the center along with the other parts. "Cool, we can bring this and the plans to the factory now. And then just wait. But i think they should have it done in less than three days, then we can assemble the electronics and the parts together." Joule nodded. "I'll help you carry it." Said Misha. "Thanks a lot!"