Wesley Crusher was kidnapped away to a planet with no children. Their bodies were decaying but their technology was superior to the Federation's so they needed to steal other people's kids.

They gave Wesley a laser scalpel, to teach him to chisel wood, with whatever his mind could picture.

Wesley complained, he said, "dood, this isn't art! i'm not even chiseling!"

And the mentor-kidnapper said, "No, Wesley, you are doing art. The art is in your mind. The tool is just doing the work."

And so then Wesley threw the perfect wooden dolphin at the wall, infuriated that all the pleasure had been removed from the art. But he lived the rest of his life on that planet, making perfect wooden laser sculpted dolphins, cause that was his job and his boss told him too bad.

For a little while Wesley made popsicle stick art during his free time at night to try and feel the sensation of choice and control, but eventually just gave up and played mariokart until he was an old man.