[ IP ] Singing in the rain

I was walking home from my soccer game. It was cut short due to the rain, so my team won by default. The coach bought us dinner and we all went our separate ways. Huh. Everyday, at night, on this exact street, there he is. 
 
 The Robot. 
 
 This robot is odd, it has a pattern, a habit, of coming here. It plays the guitar, it sings, it has a pet. Sentient robots are nothing new to our society, but one with such human attachments such as a passion for music? Unheard of. 
 
 Robots were programmed to be emotionless. No soul, no passion. Yet, the way this robot played the guitar, beautiful. Tears ran down my face, mixing with the rainwater. 
 
 It had it's guitar case out, and an umbrella on it's back. The guitar case had coins. Odd. Robots do n't need to play music on the street, they can get any job they want. I walked up and dropped a 5 dollar bill. 
 
 As I turned to leave, it said: 
 
 `` Thank you.'' 
 
 The voice was human.
