The Human Ambition

"Only two-hundred billion more bottles until I can afford the Plastine face and the ceramic body plates. Then I can move up into the human servant level of work. Once I get rid of these clunky metal appendages, I'll upgrade to the more flexible and more sightly implants."

"Two-hundred billion is not so many, why only thirty-three-hundred million ago I was sporting a metal frame instead of this lovely plastic and rubber face and body plate. Look where it's gotten me! Out of the recycling ovens and onto the bottling floor!"

"Droid! I can't wait to see what another fifty-million will buy; should I go faux aluminum curly or stainless-steel straight? Decisions, decisions."

"I sure wish they'd speed up this conveyor! And to think, my last eyes were made of the same glass as these bottles! I much prefer my new fiber-optic, light-sensitive eyes, definitely. They were sure worth the seventy-one trillion kilotons of recycling debris that's for sure."

"I should have thought about the rubber-ribbed fingertips instead of the non-slip footpads, though, the bottles would never slip if I got some of those. I wonder how much a set would be?"

"I really do hope they speed up this conveyor soon..."





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