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Charlie crosses home plate, tosses his helmet on the ground and sits with the rest of his team. The day is beautiful. The grass is cool. He lays back to bask in it.

When he lays flat on his back, he exposes his robot parts. He's normally disconnected for baseball. But not today.  Immediately, his teammates crawl on top of him like ants on an abandoned Popsicle.

"What is it?" one boy asks.

They poke at the foreign object.

"It's an iPod Nano!" a blonde-haired boy with a runny nose says authoritatively in between batting practice swings.

"Uh uh!" another boy disputes. "It's a game."

"I just farted on you," a third boy tells Charlie.

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