The robot sleeps, his circuits spread across fields of optical fiber. The breeze blows time backwards. The density of matter loses faith in certain arrangements... and sound escapes his funnel ears. We see the echoes of his music.
Very interesting, and somehow, a bit disturbing. Like a child recently buried, and his mourners are tossing pink and red balls into his grave. And he LIKES that...
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