It was a machine that appeared in various places, at various times, with various brightly colored signage.
Sometimes it offered a free beverage for a simple quiz. Sometimes it was a touchscreen only ATM. Every four years it was a voting booth.
It just moved about, collecting fingerprints, each one stored in non-powered memory banks. Looking, searching, seeking out one that matched the one in its ROM.
The A.I didn't know what would happen when it found them, that subroutine was hidden. It had hoped it could convey a message.
Instead it blew up, killing the shapeshifting alien using it.
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