Sparky knew that a long time ago there had been bipedal organic beings, who made this place. It must've been important, in those days—that's why he was here, after all, keeping it as it was, honoring their memory.

It was not known what became of them, or if they would one day return. Sparky supposed it didn't really matter. He had a purpose: to prevent entropy. So he completed his cycles, just as the star that summoned him each day would complete the crossing of the sky, and he was content.