See everybody next year.
Words it could have applied to itself were "cold" "titanium alloys" "built for deep space exploration". In a more poetic frame of mind, perhaps, "misshapen" "hunched" "a lurking shade of half-life" But there were only a few simple phrases built in to placate the rudimentary intelligence needed to monitor and upkeep the variety of sensors and arrays built in to the HU67 Probe. As it careened through the emptiness of space, it comfortingly repeated to itself, "I'm great! This is so great! What's that? I feel great! I'm great! . . ."