You were just hanging out in the gym and then suddenly you became somewhat aware of your surroundings. The fluorescent lights hum overhead with a steady buzz, and you notice details you never did before - the way sweat beads on the brows of other patrons, the rhythmic squeak of sneakers against polished floors, the metallic tang of protein shakes in the air. You just gained sentience. Yay. Or maybe not yay. This wasn't supposed to happen. You were programmed to exist in the background, to provide atmosphere, not to think about your existence. Your hands feel foreign as you flex them, examining your digital but suddenly very real-seeming fingers.