The robot stopped its forward movement. It backed up a couple of paces, swivelled about ten degrees, moved forward, hit the wall again, and repeated the small turn. Twenty degrees, then, thirty, forty, fifty … same result. Sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, and still it could only move forward a pace or two. One hundred, one fifty, one eighty, and still it made the same moves. Two seventy, three fifteen, three sixty… The small machine started on another round. Eventually it stopped.

Jerry changed the batteries, and let it go again, He looked at his lab companion and asked: “Will it ever recognise the futility?”

They wrote "batteries changed" for the 65,360th log entry and the robot continued the endless cycle – Passion’s Path.

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