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He looked at the tiny mechanical dancer. It had been made by human hands, centuries ago, for no other purpose than to bring a moment of joy. It was fragile. Useless. Beautiful.
"I am completing my primary function," 9212 said.
"I found it," 9212 said. "It is the only remaining artifact from the Children's Wing. If I had not saved it, the melody would have been lost forever."