"Let's leave the Milky Way and go elsewhere. "

I travel across the ever massive intergalactic space, collecting meteorites and befriending alienated robots with the occasional activities: dodging laser beams and being mistaken as an incredibly prodigious piece of running steak. During my spare time, I listen to a fusion of uncanny music played by an antique record player. Music is like a concoction of melodic beats that I thrive and need; it is the air I breath. It is what defines me as I wander aimlessly.