“How can I decide a fate for myself that I’ll never have to experience?” The man said. His hands restrained behind his back. While a thin yet steady stream of blood ran down his face. Pooling slightly in his right eye, causing a scarlet blindness to overtake his vision. His left eye had an obvious occipital fracture, rendering it useless with swelling and tears. The day wasn’t supposed to go this way. His birthday started off so promising with the family bringing him breakfast in bed while he watched the new Doctor Who. Whatever happened, happened fast. Bodies lay on the street around him. Some still alive, and attempting to crawl away. One by one the severely injured were dispatched. The effectiveness of the new obedience squad was so thorough, there weren’t many to be mercied.

“So what is your choice?” the human like robot inquired while pointing the barrel protruding from it’s wrist at the new found prisoner.

“Either death or allow us to copy your consciousness to operate as an enforcement droid.”

“Fine! You can copy my mind to run your fucking robots. Fuck! so i’m going to wake up in one of these metal fucks and live that way until it breaksdown? But i get to live free in my body here? I guess i’ve got no choice but to enslave myself to free myself.”