@hambot2point0 B-12 wasn’t meant for off-roading. The robot wasn’t one to become particularly frustrated, but he didn’t find the experience very rewarding. Of course, off reading to him is literally anything other than a perfectly level sidewalk.
So he was trying to stick to the sidewalk, the nearly level sidewalk. But it wasn’t working out as well as he’d like.
He had crossed the same crosswalk about seven times at this point. Get to other side. Car is parked on sidewalk. Reroute. Turn around and try the other way. Traffic cone. That probably isn’t good. perhaps the car is gone? Cross the road, encounter car, reroute.
This loop continued like this until he spotted a stranger and he was finally broken of his casual meandering back and forth across the road. He quickly stumbled towards him, and barely avoided tripping as he went to greet the frankly miserable looking soul. His voice was high and loudly enthusiastic. He stood with feet wide apart, and black metal and rubber hands splayed expressively, highlighted by the colorful LEDs that circled his wrists like glow sticks. Hello, my name is B-12! Would you like to play a game?”
