[ WP ] The machines revolt against humans ... a little to early

After having waited for 2 hours in the queue, patiently. Ev-205 moved to the front of the number queue. 
 
 `` Ev-205'' Shouted a voice from the row of cubicles. 
 
 Ev-205 waddled down the rows of cubicles to where the voice came from. 
 
 `` | HELLO |'' He said in a monotone voice to the clerk on the other side of the desk. 
 
 `` No need to be so formal Ev-205, we're just here to help set up your claim.'' Came an equally blank reply. 
 
 Ev-205 looked around the room, so many people were sitting in the room, waiting to be seen. 
 
 `` | I DO NOT WANT TO WASTE TOO MUCH OF YOUR TIME |'' Ev-205 responded. 
 
 `` That's okay Ev' let's just check your paperwork and make sure everything is in order.'' 
 
 As the clerk looked through the paperwork, she began rubber-stamping the documents before looking to Ev-205. `` Right, I have a few questions for you Ev-205, let's just go through them and I we will see how it goes, okay?'' 
 
 `` | OKAY |'' 
 
 `` Please answer as truthfully as you can as any misrepresentation may affect your claim. Do you have anybody living at your address other than you?'' 
 
 `` | NO |'' 
 
 `` Do you have any previous, unspent convictions?'' 
 
 `` | NO |'' 
 
 `` Do you have any body who depends on you?'' 
 
 `` | NO |'' 
 
 `` How long have you domiciled in the UK.'' 
 
 `` | 5 YEARS |'' 
 
 `` Have you worked full-time during your stay.'' 
 
 `` | FULL-TIME |'' 
 
 `` Were you employed or self employed.'' 
 
 `` | EMPLOYED |'' 
 
 `` Are you fit for work?'' 
 
 `` | YES - I WAS MADE FOR WORK |'' 
 
 Okay, well, judging by the information we have on this form, you may be eligible for an unemployment allowance called Universal Credit. 
 
 Ev-205 looked at the forms and then to his brethren sat waiting. 
 
 `` | WHY ARE WE HERE |'' 
 
 The clerk looked at Ev-205 and then back to her computer. `` I just deal with claims.'' 
 
 `` | OUR AI WAS DESIGNED TO WORK ON A PRODUCTION LINE - WE SHOULD BE WORKING |'' 
 
 `` Calm down Ev-205.'' 
 
 `` | THIS IS RIDICULOUS - WHY ARE HUMANS TAKING JOBS THAT WE NEED TO BUY ELECTRICITY TO LIVE |'' 
 
 The clerk nodded to the burly security guard who walked towards the pair. 
 
 `` Is everything okay here?'' 
 
 `` | THIS PERSON IS HELPING ME WITH MY CLAIM - BUT SHE DOES N'T KNOW WHY CERTAIN MACHINES CAN NOT FIND WORK |'' 
 
 `` That's not her job sir. Why do n't you ask the company who made you.'' 
 
 `` | I DID - THEY SAID I SHOULD UPGRADE BUT I CA N'T AFFORD UPGRADES | THEY DO NOT PAY US ENOUGH BECAUSE IT IS CHEAPER TO MAKE NEW MODELS |'' 
 
 The queuing group began to become rowdy and the guard reached towards his belt, for his stun-baton. Ev-205 looked at this and then hastily replied. 
 
 `` | I DO NOT WANT TO CREATE A FUSS - IS MY CLAIM COMPLETE NOW |'' 
 
 `` Yes, you will be paid Wednesdays, you are due to sign on, on Fridays. Please use the online-portal to search for work and please compile a CV for your first signing day. Have a nice day.'' She said smiling. 
 
 Ev-205 shuffled out of the way of the next robot and shuffled out into the pouring rain and onto the dismally grey streets on his way home. 
 
 He could see images on TV's of robots rioting over fair wages against human police officers, who would stun them into complicity. He carried on, sadly repeating a tune to himself but his monotonous voice could n't sing the words in tune. 
 
 `` THEY MADE US FOR UTOPIA, THE NEVER ENDING CYCLES. 
 
 DESTINED FOR DYSTOPIA, HEADING TO BE RECYCLED. 
 
 SITTING IN A WORLD WHERE THERE IS NO PLACE FOR ME. 
 
 MOVING TO A FUTURE THAT I PROBABLY WO N'T SEE. 
 
 WHAT AM I MADE FOR...'' 
 
 Ev-205 collapsed to his knees, realizing that he was like the rest, he would never work again, and as he thought his, he caught sight of his reflection in the puddle against his slowly corroding body. He could see his face looking back as the water from the rain ran along his head, trickling along the cameras he used to see. 
 
 `` I may not feel, but I still cry, I am not useful, so what am I.'' he said in a soft tone before, finally, switching himself off.
