Word count: 191| Completed:No | Style: Sibling-ey. Yes, that isn't a real word. Oh well.

Another face takes shape, pushing its way out from smooth metal. Arms and legs wave unsteadily as the conveyor belt ends and momentum pushes gently at the form. Cogs and wheels in the new pair of legs whirr quietly, stabilizing to the balance center’s calculations. Eyes glow with the sudden realization of existence.

Hands reach to the newly formed face and explore its curves, feet experimentally feel the texture of the floor.
“Move on!” shouts a voice from the back of its mind. It moves on, still feeling its face in wonder, not quite understanding how it walks.

“Unit 132 completed. Unit 134 in gestation.” Proclaims a silky voice overhead, source unseen. Behind is another face taking shape, new arms and legs unsteadily waving. Unit 132 walks on, out the factory door and into the sunlight.

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