Narration: he went outside and took a seat on the garden bench beneath his spreading cyberberry bush, a place that in the past had proved excellent for concentrating. But he couldn’t sit still.
Narration: he was driven to get up and walk out across the field.
Narration: their first independent project, for which their master, the august Cerebron, had honored them in a ceremony before the entire academy.
Narration: come upon a high wall and a heavy iron gate—open just enough for him to squeeze through.
