Ho hum:
Here I am, Frankenstein, giving life to old corpses
of machines.
Reanimated, they look up at me from the table, and they look
around. Sometimes they wish to me to be returned to the sweet abyss
of death, but I usually find myself forcing them to live
anyway.
After a week they come around. They decide that life is better than
death, and usually go on to be functional for twice as long as they
had lived before.