"Are you a robot?"
"Am I—" Keith cocks his head to the side and squints at him, like he can't tell if Lance is making a joke or not. "Am I a what?"
"A robot," Lance repeats, grinning when Keith narrows his eyes even further still. "You know like—"
"I know what a robot is, Lance."
Lance nods wisely, pretending to stroke his nonexistent chin hair. "You’re self aware. Good to see your programmers thought of everything."
He cannot pass by without touching and moving and shaping and changing every thing, every boy-city, in his path.