"We're trapped!" cried Bixby. He tugged at the doors, as though he could open a maglock by sheer might.
"What are we going to do?" said Shw, wringing her hands. "It's not just going to stun now. We're crispy."
Ant1n sighed. "Here, let me," he said. He laid his bare hand on the lock. A short hum and a click later, the door slid open.
"Wow," said Bixby. "You're cybered? Implants?"
"What, like a cyborg? Ew!" said Ant1n. "No, my grandfather was a robot. 'Cybered.' We have some pride."