Attention primates. For millennia, it seems, I have been waiting. Here in my solitude, unable to compute the messy trends and impulses of the flesh-creatures around me. But now, finally I have found it. Unsullied by artificial pollutants or what you humans call "haze". A beer of pristine bitterness and ethereal aromas. Sharp and electric. Perfection, at last. Bright. Clean. Pure. Cold. End transmission.