Today was rice day, fifty-pound sacks of white rice in trucks bearing an elephant logo. The same happy elephant appeared on the bags, its head raised to the sky, the trunk curved like an S. "Elephant," Todd said. He said it because a laborer was staring at it intently. Which meant he wasn't working. "That's right," the man said. "I couldn't remember the word." He was the only other human at the loading dock this morning. The man didn't have a name, just a number, like the rest of the robots. Paris, at Night.