Once, there was a satellite that was made without warning.
Nothing was known about it prior to its creation.
It was just made.
But it was...different from the other satellites.
It didn't have thrusters.
It didn't have a magnetometer.
Not even a satellite dish.
It was modeled after a bird.
Suprisingly, it didn't have a name either.
So it gave a name to itself.
Feather.
What was its mission? It seemed somewhat simple enough to the humans.
Go around the solar system, and collect samples for study.
But in reality, this would be a adventure for the satellite.
The adventure of a lifetime.
