Despite the easy availability of flight thanks to the Legion-issued ring or the ever-increasing speed of his bouncing ability, Robbie generally walks through the corridors. It’s good to get exercise, when so much of life here is automated. He keeps an eye out for fliers, though, because there are enough people who opt for a faster mode of travel to make it smart to keep his head up.

A car is not something that he expects to see when he steps into the intersection of two corridors, mere feet in front of the vehicle. It’s too far away for the traditional New York exchange – a quick slap of the hood and a shout of 'hey! I’m walking here!' Besides, he consoles himself, it’s unlikely that the unseen driver would appreciate the reference.

Instead, Robbie tips his head to the side and points an index finger at each front wheel. “I’m not even going to ask why you’re driving down the corridor, but where did you get the wheels?