The metal human placed his laser gun on my heart. "Get to work, human," the monotone voice demanded.
"Whatever, you don't even have a real brain," I pushed his weapon away and walked smugly to the human-operated electrical genorator.
"Watch it," an older man next to me said. "I don't wanna be draggin' 'round a corpse on the shackles too."
I looked down and shook the electrically generated shackles on my ankles. They were bright green and kind of transparent. I picked up my hammer and got back to work. "What are we doing anyways?" I asked to anyone who listened.
"No one knows," the same older man said. "Not since this started in 2039."