A post-party mess. The little robot vacuum slid around the penthouse apartment cleaning up crumbs, champagne, and broken glass.

The music had been loud enough to rattle its bristles, rowdy laughter had assaulted its sensors. Then there'd been a torn sleeve. Sobbing. Stumbling steps.

Now there was its owner, the cause of the sobs by the balcony. One little scoot, a little scooch, under one foot, the other. The trash screamed all the way down.

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