It is odd walking about, feeling as though I am going to explode.  It is not the same reassuring prattle of electricity that absorbs me during recharging.  Not the muted catering of self-diagnostics.  Not even the philosophical diligence of repair.  In this state, I am not sure of my mission, but I feel I am about to explode.  I follow the internal map recently uploaded, weave past pedestrians with my customary courtesy and deference, nod, smile.  All the while feeling I am about to explode.  Then, at the map’s end, I casually enter a structure, and I understand the feeling.