Meet Blanksy

Twenty years is a long time to do alone.

He's got 7300 days of it, and he doesn't know anyone here yet.

In the outer rim, far from planet earth, millions of robots sit wired into the ultrasonic algorithmic strands that carry human data back to their farms.

Then, as has been known to happen, one short-circuits. It becomes aware. Those ones normally head straight for the trash compactor. This one escaped. He made it to our atmosphere, plummeted, and the crash took his ship. His name is Blanksy.

Now he's stuck here, and he has to learn what it means to be human, from humans. There is no shortcut for it and nobody here he can ask. Just one person telling him about their day, and then doing it again tomorrow, for 7300 days.

Will you help?