The Thought Robot materialized in front of you. It had the conscience of and the appearance of Superman, albeit its colors were darker shades and it appeared a little more bulky than usual. It then opened its eyes and you see that one is red and one is green.

"Where am I? Everything is ringing," it wonders. Somehow, it could sense that this was all fictional. But that was its purpose.

It looked at you. It pondered on nothing but endless possibilities.