Looking up this evening - this rather blustery evening- I noticed between the passing clouds the dark space of the beyond. A story came to mind, a story called THE DYING WISH OF A DROID.
Some years ago I thought of the idea while composing a piece of music of the same title. I imagined a place where robots go to die. One particular robot had somehow been programed with some information that it was to pass on to a human...it was a wish. As this poor machine lie in it's last days, it saw the great depth of the skies, and made it's wish, awaiting someone to come to hear it's story before it powered down.