Ratchet watched his reactions, the scratch of the head, the shrug, and then the chest plate opening. The younger Lombax stared not at the serial number but at the workings inside. There wasn't organs there anymore, nothing organic anymore. He wasn't Alister anymore. His face dropped and all he could do was look at the serial number again and again. It didn't make any sense to him and made his stomach want to do flips.