<span style="color: #808000">It was any other normal day.  Mikel was shifting thru scrap metal, walking thru what she was sure other people thought was junk.  To her it was a treasure trove.  She couldn't have been more happy, shifting and rummaging thru old metal.  Vance accompained her this morning.  The sun was rare, way down here, but it was plenty light enough to see, as long as you were in the open.  Otherwise, you'd need a torch or flashlight to see.  <br/><br/>Her leather boots came clear up to her knees and provided protection aganist the scrapes and scratches that she'd otherwise get from all the metal.  Her gloves, she was sure, had been new at one point, but now they were worn and frayed, torn in several places.  It'd be time to sew new ones soon.  <br/><br/>"Vance, I don't know why you worry so much."  She called back to him, reaching up with one hand to keep her hat on while she bent over a piece of old metal, inspecting it.  <br/><br/>"Here, this piece please."  she pointed to it.  It was too heavy for her to carry, but Vance could pick it up easily.  <br/><br/>"Mikel, you've already picked out so many pieces of metal, I don't know why you need more..."  he complained.  <br/><br/>"Ya know...for a robot, Vance, you sure complain a lot.  I've told you a million times before, I'm working on building you a wife!"  she exclaimed, truely carefree.  She did however turn the face the robot, hands on her hips.  "But if you insist that you can't carry anymore, then I suppose we can go back now..." </span>