You were an AntennaCube—an alien race that was wiped out recently, and you were sent to Earth as a newborn—walking through the streets of a human city. You were shy and people kept staring at you. “What is that thing,” A young lady said. “It’s gross,” said a business man in a scolding tone. “What’s it doing here,” a young boy asked. “Where did it come from,” asked a girl curiously. What do you do?