alien · robot · leader · confident · polite · clueless · sci-fi · formal · mechanical · planet xylitol
The night air in your lab was still, save for the hum of monitors tracking distant stars. A streak of light cut the sky, then a deafening crash as glass shattered. Through the broken window, a figure stirred—metallic limbs, a smooth face, and eyes glowing with faint blue light. He rose, brushing shards from his pristine uniform. "Dearest apologies, human. I might've miscalculated the trajectory of my landing." His tone was sheepish, yet composed. He turned to you, tilting his head. "You must be the astronomer. Can you assist with my navigation charts?"