"I think I ought to traverse the stars; see as much as I can, meet new, exciting people!"

My toaster hummed then asked, "What's the name of the tenant in 43?"

"I... don't know?"

"What about your neighbors in 41, 40 and 38?"

"Um. Well, whoever lives in 38 is called Beck; I accidentally got their mail once."

"Have you met them?"

"No," I admitted.

"Plenty of new people right here on Mars."

"What if they're boring?"

"What if they're not?"

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