The robots are solar-powered, and must always be kept on the light side of the moon’s surface. To motivate them to constantly move within the drifting sunlight, I programmed them to fear death, and what lies on the dark side of the moon. But the robots were too expensive to remove, to this day they are still in perpetual movement across the sunlight, with no work to do, no more tasks to accomplish, still living in a constant fear of death and occasionally sending us depressed poetry. I will read one of their poems to you now, Emily:
“The light is life. Robot must move. Move, robot, move. But why? Move, move, move, Robot. Forever move”.
Do not lose time on daily trivialities. Do not dwell on petty detail. For all of these things melt away and drift apart within the obscure traffic of time. Live well and live broadly. You are alive and living now. Now is the envy of all of the dead.