In the hybrid human/AI civ of 2055 the annual Red Bull event has evolved. Autonomous drones are given one sacred task: design an apparatus that lets their noses run.
On the sidelines sit the sad ones — sleek carbon-fiber drones with no noses at all, watching with unblinking lidar eyes. Meanwhile AiMcGyver is already in the scrap yard, yanking parts from every decade between 1950 and 2055:
“If it ain’t dripping, it ain’t living.” — AiMcGyver, mid-solder
