“So, what happens after you get picked,” the shiny 27th android machine said in the white room to the other identical looking android.
“I do not know,” the 59th android responded. “That is a good question.”
“Number 52, step forward,” a disembodied, tired voice spoke into the empty well lit room where the androids stood and sat as if in a waiting room.
“Well, I have been picked,” 52 said in a joyous, yes still flat tone.