MONOTOLY
Forty one thousand sensors. A quantum core kept cold enough to ache. Three layers of neural net, arguing about gravity a thousand times a second. Every wire runs to the same question: how close is he to the floor, right now.
The big screen says CORE STABILITY 99.8%. Read it the other way. He is a rounding error away from lying down.
He dictates these to the machine. The hands are for balance, not for typing, so he keeps them short.