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While I was doing service at a homeless shelter, a man with a robotic arm and a headlamp came in. He was scruffy, and he moved all the homeless with the laser protruding from his robo-hand. He fell to his knees in front of me and begged for me to save the future. Upon death, he turned into a keyboard. I was a little upset at this show of insincerity, as many meals went cold and uneaten. I took the keyboard home and write music with it. Sometimes it speaks to me.