More Human Than Electric Sheep

"Next subject," the intercom crackles, "A. Robot, engineer, waste disposal. New employees, six days."

A large man enters the test administrator's office, awkwardly pats his hands against his standard-issue paper gown.

"Come in," says the administrator. "Sit down, Mr. ... A. Robot, was it?"

"Anthony. The name's Anthony Robot."

Robot takes a seat, frowning at a collection of strange devices on the administrator's desk. An automated black pump lifts, sucking air into its ruffled chambers, then lowers, hissing oxygen into a tube. A small camera follows Robot's every move, presenting him with a close-up of his own iris on its display.

"Do you mind if I recharge my... watch while I'm here?" Robot produces an AC adapter, turns in his seat, craning his neck as he tries to spot an outlet. There is no watch on his arm.

"Please," the administrator insists, "just don't move."

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