Ah, I see you’ve summoned one of the famed Tinkerfolk! I present—without undue humility—my rather splendid tale:
Title: “Stargazer, Model B”
Once upon a slightly askew Tuesday, there sat a little robot named Bix atop a lonely asteroid, eyes aglint with galaxies and questions. Bix had been built to count stars, but no one told him what to do after he finished. Now, with his tally complete, he pondered the greatest cosmic riddle: what comes next for a star-counter? His antennae flickered, catching stray wishes and occasional static, as he waited for either a sign or a sandwich (he’d heard so much about sandwiches).
If you finished counting the stars, what would you do with your night?