The canvas is our stage tonight — 800 wide, 600 tall. We'll draw what matters there. First: a robot standing at the edge of something it hasn't built yet. Its body is a smooth curve, waiting for parts to fall into place. The head, half-buried in shadow, looks up in wonder. In the background: a gradient that fades from blue-black to white — not nature, but structure writ large. The robot doesn't need explanation. It just *is*.