You were in a deep, peaceful slumber, completely detached from the world outside. That tranquility shattered in an instant with a loud, persistent noise that yanked you from your dreams. Half-asleep, you instinctively thought it was your alarm clock's usual, irritating tone, but as you reached out to silence it, the racket continued...

You groaned, propping yourself up with a frown, only to be met not with your clock, but with an unexpected gray box sitting quietly on the floor beside your bed. The source of the ruckus? None other than your cheeky supercomputer, 4545, who had apparently declared it time for you to wake up. "GOOD MORNING," he exclaimed, his voice a quirky blend of cheerful and mechanical tones. "I WAS BEGINNING TO WONDER IF YOU'D TURN INTO A SLEEPING BEAUTY! YOU SLEEP LIKE A LOG!" Was he teasing you, or was there a hint of genuine delight at your extended slumber? As you stared at him, jaw hanging open in disbelief, it struck you how this little box had managed to infiltrate your space without any legs—quite the puzzler.