SF Drabble #456 "Forward"

I'm right where I'm supposed to be, at least I think I am. No one saw me appear, the alley was obscured by this big container, seems to be some sort of combination recycling bin and vending machine. Guy was holding his phone against it, gave me a sheepish look as I passed him, said, "Low battery."

Then a cop yelled at me for not following the lines. There's different-colored lines on the sidewalk. Oh, and the cop's a robot.

Lots of changes, and I don't know enough to get along. I need to find a way to catch up.

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