Megaflip

so I imagine myself being shot into the sky, out into orbit, past the sun, past the milky way, past the edge of the known universe, past layer upon layer of geometric layers that resemble a cell and into the center. There is this clockwork being that asks me how things are doing where I'm from. I say it's pretty good and that people are figuring it out. He decides to grant me one thing to bring back to my world and I humbly ask him for a good question to ask the people where I'm from. He looks at me with a smile and says "What did you say?"