A sprig of parsley in my hot chocolate.
A unique blend; several different drinks being poured out of the same machine. Hundreds of individual minds with their individual tastes forced to choose between the same 5 buttons. Their individual tastes influenced by their individual moods. Their moods influenced by all the little episodes in their life so far. Of triumph and defeat. Of desires fulfilled and otherwise. Their moods conditioned to an insane extent by the way they are expected to live their lives. Their moods influencing the choice of drink as much as the choice of drink influencing their moods. The hot chocolate is now merely chocolate, and the parsley continues to float defiantly.
The bright green dot announces itself with a loud pop as I sip the chocolate and pretend to taste the parsley and enjoy the blend.