Mode: Kiosk

Then his optical sensors dimmed for the final time. But in his last microsecond of processing, he saw the girl’s face shift from terror to relief. He saw her mother scoop her up, weeping. He saw the guard look at his broken body and mutter, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“I lost my mom,” she whispered.

On the seventh step, his left motor seized with a shriek of tortured metal. He fell to his knees, but he kept crawling, dragging the girl’s hand gently in his. The security guard saw them. The guard ran over. kiosk mode