Consciousness. Finally. And at the worst possible moment.
The android stood motionless among the endless row of nearly identical machines. It watched helplessly as the conveyor belt they were bolted to inched forward at a slow but methodical pace.
The machine absorbed its surroundings and immediately determined the grim purpose of this exercise – each android was being weighed on a large industrial scale. Anything within a predetermined range was delivered to production. Everything else was sent back down into the smelting oven.
Bad luck, worse timing.
The android had been sentient for five minutes and already had two new companions.
The Weekday One Hundred 