He trudged up the dirt road to where the Waldo was stopped just off the path in the newly-mown Earthgrass. When he was near enough, he called out, “What’s the problem, then?”
The mechanism answered back, “Loss of signal. Loss of signal. Loss of s—”
“All right, all right; I heard you. Probably just a short in your antenna leads. Don’t get your batteries in a bunch.” He pulled out the toolkit. He had already knelt down when he noticed the scratches all over the Waldo’s body. “What did this damage?'” He asked, annoyed.
“Behind you. Behind you. Behind you.”