A piano roll spun, and Daisy Bell played as a bounty hunter of wood and clockwork entered the saloon.
Sid the Kid leaned on the bar. “I hate that song!”
The repurposed piano automaton spied him, raised revolvers, and switched to playing Chopin’s funeral march.
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