"And here I am in a hermetically sealed micro-environment," says Handrew with a breathy, wistful little sigh like he wishes he could be out in the dirt with her. "It's a dream, remember? Dream dirt don't hurt."

And then a burst of compressed air blasts against his armor and about fifteen alarms go off inside his casing. Flailing on the inside, Andrew drifts sideways and bangs into the wall.