Vel'O'city stacks

 

Plugged in and floating over the sidewalk, Otto wondered if he really liked vanilla or if he was just programmed that way. Since leaving the outer planets for Earth, meeting and observing humans, he began to question his machine-like existence. He was
lonely and longed for simple hexadecimal communication. The crude Earth power transmission was taxing his regulator, the
humidity made his face shield blower run constantly and the gravity just plain pissed him off.

Obscure? I hope not.