When I was young, I read a story about a human astronaut who was stranded on an alien planet. He was in a city that had apparently been abandoned eons ago, but that had been built to fulfill every need of its alien creators. But he, as a human, was cold and starving, and being offered poison to eat. Desperate, he lashed out at the city, slashing and hacking at it, then falling into an exhausted sleep. When he awoke, the city offered him a refreshing shower, and a delicious breakfast. The city had adapted to his needs, he thought, as he twitched his tail with delight. Get it? The twist was that he had adapted to the city, not the other way around.
I only mention this because I'm listening to AARP Internet Radio as I type this, and for some reason the music which has always been awful, has gotten a lot better.