The suit allowed its arm to be moved up and down by the first year. But it did NOT like it. Having just been polished not an hour ago, its shiny was losing its shine. IT'S PERFECTLY REFLECTIVE SURFACE WAS BEING DEFILED.

Suddenly pulling its arm back, the suit returned to pointing at the boy right between the eyes and then to itself. To a spot on its breastplate where there were FINGER PRINTS. SMUDGES. NOT SHININESS!