You show up back at your camp carrying a mannequin. Everyone's a bit confused, but with full confidence you set the mannequin up onstage and step back. Moments later a lightning bolt strikes it and, oddest thing, the mannequin starts to move. Hey, maybe your good deed cleaning up after others really did earn you some credit. Powered by the mysterious and poorly understood force of electricity, the mannequin comes alive, grabs the audio cables, and somehow feeds the audio signal directly into the mixer. Incredible beats burst out the speakers and the dance floor erupts. The mannequin amazes the crowd with an incredible set enjoyed by all before powering down as the sun rises. You go to sleep satisfied with a job well done and you don’t at all overthink what your night implied about the nature of life, karma, or the universe.