It was a day that started like any other: dark, rainy, and silent, except for the hum of my motors. I sat in my shadowy Robotown office, nursing some cheap electricity from the wall. It had been a slow month. A slow year. That was when the DameBot wheeled into my office. She was dressed in red metallic paint that fit her like a coat of paint, because it was, and her elegant treaded tires went all the way to the floor. You could tell she was used to getting what she wanted by the confident, single-speed way she made her way towards the corner of my office where I was plugged in, recharging with that sweet, intoxicating electricity habit I couldn't seem to kick. "Private EyeBot, huh?" the DameBot bleeped and blooped. "I need you to follow someone without being seen--that is, if you can put down the plug." "I need the plug, sister," I said, "and for what you've got in mind, there's no one better. Plug or no plug."