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It was intriguing to Temo how the humans had managed to figure out how to get a groove cut in some hard material to produce music, voices and other noises. As the black disc turned under the needle, he stared at it, almost mesmerized as he studied them and tried to figure out how the music was encoded into the tiny slot cut into the disc.
As the record turned, the needle would progress further into the center playing the music that happened to be in the particular set of grooves that it was traveling. As he listened, the songs that had been playing on this particular record seemed to deal with human mating rituals.
It was while the needle had entered into a quiet part between tracks that his ears swiveled around to be followed by his head when he heard Jace's voice call out his name. He quickly went to her leaving the record player still playing but forgotten as it sounded like there was some distress in Jace's voice. What's wrong? he asked her when he had gotten to her with a bit of worry on his face and his ears laid back a little reflecting the worry on his face.
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