Slogging through the dunes was a cruel undertaking; the heat caused viscosity breakdown of joint lubricants which in turn increased weeping of seals which finally attracted half the sand in the desert. (This last detail in its retelling of its journey, an attempt by the robot at human-type exaggeration.)
“A bonfire tonight, please,” the robots asked. They recalled a story I had told them about my youth and bonfires and jumping through the flames. After a while the fire had gotten a good start and was sending whole galaxies of sparks into the night sky. “Don’t get too close or your seals’ll get roasted,” I warned. They just continued to stare silently at the flames.
In attempting to describe a state of “tranquility” to the robots, one interjected: “A state of low latency; actuations execute with optimal feedback.” After a moment’s consideration I replied, “a little like that, yes.”