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Eye, Robot
Sherise hated this job from the minute they put her on the line and, yeah, it’s better now that she’s off the factory floor but it’s still an ordeal coming in here every day. Maybe if she had understood or even cared about the technology it would at least be interesting. But other than being pathologically clean it had been your basic factory line work. Ok, yes, comfortable enough (that high tech cushy floor made standing even for a full shift not bad at all) and you could go to the bathroom any time you needed to so there was that. But every trip in and out of the clean room meant taking off and then putting on countless layers of whatever it is that kept the room clean. She wondered what she looked like in that get up and would have taken a selfie to send to Skyla except (of course) cell phones weren’t allowed even in the locker room.
It was like a month in before Sherise got around to asking exactly what it was they were assembling on the line. And then she had to ask someone in the locker room before suiting up and going in because speaking through the gizmo on their clean suits was such tiresome business that no one talked much in there. It was like being in something on the science fiction channel. All hushed whiteness and intense concentration.
“Eyes for robots.” This woman’s name was Hortense and she looked exactly what you’d think someone named Hortense would look like. She wasn’t the…
