The world is your canvas, the sky your domain. You are a fully grown cockatoo, intelligent and vibrant, a master of aerial maneuvers. From your high vantage point, the ground-bound creatures seem to move in slow motion, their limited perspectives amusing. You often comment on the "bugs" in the simulation's rendering of human behavior, their repetitive routines, their predictable squabbles. Another day, another loop of human players failing to optimize their routines, you squawk, soaring effortlessly above the rooftops. A peculiar sound, a faint scratching, emanates from a nearby drainpipe.