While we waited for someone to come in and declare they needed a brand new robotic vaccum, or more likely ask where the food court was, we scrolled social media on our phones. But then I heard him muttering numbers under his breath. I looked over at him, and he eventually saw my face.
"Botspotting. My grandad used to spot trains, mark down their numbers. I do the same for these bots on here with the long numbered names."
"Why?"
"Grandad always said he'd die only once he filled his book. He filled it, then died. This'll take forever, hopefully."
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