the robot sits in the corner and contemplates riding a horse. he imagines having removed his limbs to reduce the weight strain of the horse. the robot will feel the wind slipping through his arm sockets. he will ride through an exclusive country club exclusively staffed by illegal immigrants. men with plaid vests and white hats will wave at the robot. they will not realize their slight. they will go back to the country clubhouse and choke on the toothpick from a club sandwich. the robot will never die.