This is the story of an entity who lived in a place and had a life that should be impossible to explain using images or language you'd understand, but I`ll try anyway

One day, the entity — who, for simplicity’s sake, I’ll call Kevin — decided that his current, unexplainable to you existence was not enough to satisfy what he craved most. He wanted to know more. What more, exactly, is unknowable to you. Even more unknowable is what came next.

Kevin traveled through interstellar space, and discovered the quicker he moved,the more he learned and happier he became.. So he went faster still. Eventually, he was moving so fast that he wasn’t moving at all.

He had achieved a state of blissfull resonance of being, translatable as pure euphoria. Finally he "knew"

But of course, as fast as it came it was gone just as quick.

The next part of this story involves a lot of math and crashing about. I’ll spare you the equations and skip to the impact.

Kevin crash-landed into a landfill in a place called North America. He had lost what he briefly knew of the universe and couldn’t remember other things. Disoriented, he scavenged for the artifacts around him:

• A backpack filled with dog eared mid-20th century paperback science fiction novels
• A family size bag of strawberry twizzler candy
• Something called an Atari computer — with its industrial colors and sleek, space-age design, it appeared to be a tool used by a super-advanced civilization… but it was, in it's present state, a relic from a long-forgotten primitive age
• A Flying V electric guitar, once owned by Ken “KK” Downing

Kevin didn’t know who he was, where he came from, or even who KK Downing was — but he was determined to find out.

So, using what he found, he connected to your world’s network.

With half remembered hopes, half-lost memories, and his best intentions, he began a new journey with two words.

Hello, Atari.