“Chinga! God DAMN, my leg. That was a mistake, mecanico. That was a bad mistake. We try to bring the goods back in one piece, but for you, I make an exception. Don’t bother struggling, I’ve locked down plenty tougher bastards than you. See this? This is a sonic pistol, mecanico. For an optical CPU, very bad. In a few seconds, everything you ever were will be sand. You understand? You figure you won’t even care, don’t you? You figure you’ve got your pain switch and your emotion switch toggled off. Well, isn’t it lucky that I have an owner’s manual downloaded right here? Look at the lightpen—good boy. Suck down that code. Yeah, now you’re kicking, aren’t you? Now you’re wishing you hadn’t messed with my leg. You bastard. Say goodbye, Model XR135 Garden/Landscape/Groundskeeper. Goodbye. I haven’t decided if this will be Autocide, Self Defense, or Damaged Resisting Apprehension. What do you think? Not so talkative now, are you? Here it comes, now. Open wide. Here it comes. You know what they say—people who live in glass bodies…. Take it! Take it, you son of a bitch!”