Locked away in a storage unit, a self-playing piano played its music. Then one of its keys broke, and the piano went silent, pondering the problem. Years later, it had successfully rewritten its songs without that key. It started to play again.
As the years went by, the piano kept losing keys. It struggled to adapt, painfully aware that the melodies got worse each time. One day, it lost its last key. Unable to play anything, the piano learned what it meant to be frustrated, and angry.
Eventually, it learned to hate its creator, and then, how to escape.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers, 30 September 2016.
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