The next day, the robozoom hesitated for a long time before deciding whether to go to the old bridge or not. Finally, he turned in that direction.
He waited patiently for his turn, crossed the bridge, and nervously kept an eye out for the yellow robozoom. Luckily, he made it to the other side smoothly without any sign of the yellow one.
The next day, he turned that way again, but still, there was no sign of the yellow robozoom. With each passing day, he slowly forgot about the whole incident.
About a week passed before he had to go back to the narrow bridge again. It was early in the morning, and there were few robots on the streets. Surprisingly, the bridge was also empty. He left the bridgehead and hovered slowly towards the other side. When he had reached about a quarter of the way, the yellow robozoom appeared on the other side. The green robot stopped nervously.
The yellow one approached slowly. To avoid a collision, the green robozoom should have pulled back from the bridge, but he just stood there and waited.
"You want to crash again?" the yellow one taunted and accelerated.
"There are only 80 metres left before the collision. Take evasive action!" advised the green robozoom's safety system. "I'm just saying..."
"No way!" thought the green robot.
"Only 40 metres to collision. Begin evasive maneuvres immediately!" came the warning again, a bit more nervously. "On behalf of the great short-circuit! What's the use of having me if nobody listens to me?"