A shiny robot sits upon a stack of books. The ground beneath is rendered like the metal covered surface of the planet Trantor. Wearing a white cloak with hood up, the robot casually drapes one arm over a bent knee. In the other hand, it holds a bowl with a flicker of flame extending off it. Behind the robot stands Isaac Asimov with iconic mutton chops and glasses smiling for the audience. A mechanical keyboard is propped at his side. An inverted glass pyramid floats next to him. A spiral galaxy unwinds at an angle in the background sky. Notably that sky contains not just the dots of stars but the tiny swirls of other galaxies. Low in the sky, the corona of a star in total eclipse flares.