Bad days and worse days. Today was somewhere in the middle.
The androids stood at the entrance to his cage. One clutched a tablet in its metallic grasp. The other inserted its thin titanium arm between the iron bars, claw extended and waiting.
The test was familiar – stinging drops in both eyes and then wait while they record the results. A merciful flush with water came later. But as for the whats and whys… a mystery.
The human subject stood up and placed his neck in the cradle of the open claw.
He no longer struggled.
The alternative was worse.
The Weekday One Hundred 