I conclude from my research that these must be buildings. I closely observe a wide variety of humans moving in and out of them. I want to get a glimpse of what they look like inside, so I decide that the big store with a constant flow of people, "Walmart", is the one I'll try first. I walk through the moving glass doors and do my best to look casual while I take it all in. A frail human with white hair (a label that my brain translates as greeter) offers me a “basket”. I inspect it for signs of explosives, and seeing that there are no weapons of mass destruction intended for the inhabitants of my planet, I pick one up. It vibrates when I push it, and I can't help but find it amusing that humans have to lug them around. On my home planet, we attach an anti-gravity device to objects we want and they float alongside us. The first place I pass is called the “charcuterie”. As I approach, I notice the pleasant aroma emanating from one of the items. I look at the item in the square brown box called "pizza" and put it in my cart even though my mouth is watering. I then go around and inspect more of the human food, which is so different from what we eat at home. I smell sweet aromas as I pass the circular balls labeled apples and pile a lot of them into my