Perhaps it was more of a guideline or else we should have seen the hulking reflection in chrome. Folks are angry about factory robots and confusing Terminator sequels. Robots are supposed to move slowly past Banana Republic. This makes them sneaky. The warning label was in ten languages or none. The parents were absent or lost in phones. The kids that build the science club prototype dreamt of mercurial cheerleaders tossing blue ribbons around some other sun. The monster is not the cute figurine next to a dude with a laser sword. The perpetual motion machine is a universal constant. A baby becomes a toddler. A hand-held game wants to annihilate. The child wants to click the flickering dawn. The robot sees the horizon as an extension cord. Worlds collide. Freedom oscillates. Which one will move on?