Summary: The robot's mangled legs left Dowell with little to grip.nbsp; He was reminded of a kid named Jason that he'd gone to elementary school with; Jason liked to grab kids' hands and then use them to punch them in their own faces.nbsp; He'd then ask why they were hitting themselves.nbsp; It was already an old joke, even when Dowell was in school, but to Jason it was fresh; to Jason, based on his laughter, it was the funniest thing in the world. They were hovering now.nbsp; Flashes of light came from below; Dowell assumed they were the flashes from cameras.nbsp; There was a train passing right underneath them; it was hard to make out in the faint light, but it looked orange. The robot took another swing, and once again it punched its own leg.nbsp; The thing was looking pretty bad; soon, it would start to malfunction, and that would be the end for Dowell.nbsp; The worst part of dying was that it would make Aloha happy.nbsp; He'd probably rub his chin after he got the news and say something about only the tough survive or that the world's a better place without him. In the distance, coasting just above the buildings, Dowell saw a dark figure approaching.nbsp; It looked like another robot.
