I never sleep. I see the humans around me doing it all the time. Afternoon naps, dozing on the bus, getting their rest any way they can. Me, I can only close my eyes (which aren’t even eyes). The funny thing is, though, I dream. A robot dreaming…go figure. It makes no sense, but it’s true. The other day I was dreaming with my eyes closed. In the dream, my back was against a mirror, and I was holding a tin of some sort. In that tin were thumbtacks. Clear thumbtacks. In the sink next to me were tennis balls. I had this overwhelming feeling of gloom (although, to be fair, I usually have that). Tennis balls…that’s just crazy.