The mower sits on the bottom of a reedy, algae-ringed pool, its plastic parts—handle, wheels, and the like—giving it enough buoyancy to shift along the base of the pond a few inches at a time. Sometimes, though, it seems to shift counter to the water’s undulations. It tips up slightly, as if looking to the surface. The cord seems to pull itself a little; then, as if from a long-held breath, a cluster of bubbles floats upward from the engine casing.
~ Envisioned by Pack Tactics
