The two technicians glanced at his fallen body and turned back to their consoles.

The technician turned a dial and stared at the gauges on the wall.

He watched the technician write down the measurements, then turn back to the screen and take a photograph.

"Good," the technician nodded briefly, and turned to check the other systems.

The technician turned and punched a few commands into his console.

Two technicians, the only other occupants, turned to stare at the intruder.

With a final glance at the position of the head, the technician turned and retreated to the control room.

The technician took one look at the brain and turned green.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw the technicians had turned the model on end and were carrying it through the door.

My third thought, once the technicians turned it on, was, "I'm never giving it back."