You wipe sweat from your brow as you toss rusty scrap into a container labeled "Hazardous Material", collecting anything that seems valuable.

Your foreman shouts down from the catwalk "Hey, Lugnut! Watch how you're throwin' those converters! Can't sell 'em if you scuff 'em up!"

You grumble at the nickname. It had come from when you started the job and had found a heavy, rattling box. You had talked up how you had found a crate of credits someone accidentally threw out. Usually, the treasure found was nice clothing, a jewelry box full of shiny accessories, even a few nice knives. Anything that hit the heap was anyone's treasure. The moment the box was cracked open, a dozen lugnuts rolled out. Ever since then, you've been called 'Lugnut', even when the new guys brought in are taught to call you that.

It was the first and last time you had been excited about any finds in the yard, they made sure of it.

As you clear more metal, you find dead rats, a notebook full of colored tags and pages that look ripped out of other books, even a robot dog that used to do backflips. Finally, though, you find something interesting. A white, metallic, humanoid hand sitting trapped under a vending machine. You quickly go to the end and squat, lifting the machine and kicking the arm out from under it before dropping it again. You hear the abandoned sodas fizz and explode inside the machine after it hits the ground, but your focus was the metal arm.

You lift it up and wave it at your foreman "Hey Frank, I think I found part of Eddie!"

The foreman smile faded and he shakes his head "Too soon, kid, too soon"

You watch him walk away and then examine the arm more closely. No serial number, no defining stickers. Just scrapes and scratches like metal scars to show it had been here for a while. You search the area more thoroughly, rolling crates and looking through junkpile after junkpile.

Finally, you check a half-crushed car coated in rust. The car was clearly abandoned, but this time, there was a passenger. Laying in the front seat was an incomplete Anybot. You feel your soul jump from your body with an electric joy. You found something that could set you for life with a single sale!

You stand on top of the hood and cup the sides of your mouth, but as you take a breath, a thought creeps in, 'Why should they know? What if they think you're lying? What if they don't care and just take the reward money and send you off to prison with the accusation that you were harboring an android?'.

The thought tore in and burrowed deep, making you hesitate for a moment. You look back at the silent scrap laying in the car and know that, for the first time in your life, you get to make your own decision.