The robot plucked gently at the strings. Not perfectly; perfection had been deemed soulless.
Music could of course be soulless and still be pleasing, digital sounds were valid.
"Did you make that song yourself," asked a child who'd been playing nearby.
The robot shook her head, "No, but I will one day... Do you like it?"
"It sounds old, but nice."
The robot nodded and continued strumming, "It's a recently public domain song; Baby Shark."
Who is John Mastodon? He is supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody believed he was real. Nobody ever saw him or knew anybody that ever worked directly for him, but to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Mastodon. You never knew. That was his power. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. And like that... he is gone.