Futuristic Dystopia Again

such a grown up premise...

The economy must grow in sync with the population.

The population must grow in sync with the economy.

In the year 2560, big men in suits no longer control the economy. A revolution, a great change took place. Those same big men in suits have discovered it is much easier to control the workforce. (This is crazy. Then I'm on the right track!) I am human number z230.78969899.YXA.666743128876.114 and I have been in stasis for a very long time. I am an earth bot -excuse me, earth human- and a leftover from the great economic boom of 2012. I have a bad report so I haven't been on duty for a little over two centuries now. Because of a glitch in my programming -excuse me, brain- I end being much too self aware  then whats good for me when in stasis. How should I put this… I am awake. Out here in space with a few hundred thousand stasis containers, I simply wait for them to take me. I have a rough Idea of the economy but I can never be completely sure if we're having a good one or a bad one. I can't make out if their taking a bot out or putting one in. In fact, the only thing I'm sure of is what my name looks like. I scratched it on the side on the container a long time ago. I forgot how to read it though. I forgot a lot of things. I remember how to think though. This is thinking, right? These images?

Bad report. I have one. The bots next to me must have good ones. they get taken out a lot. Or maybe they're being monitored? I'm a faulty bot. Bad wiring? Bad programming? 

"And then I decided I was the greatest."