She turned away from the terminal for a moment, shooting Delilah an attempt at a charming grin. “You’re in for a treat.”
It didn’t take Iris long to key in the commands - have the automatic record player she invented select the correct record, bring it to the turntable, broadcast it through the lab. But it was a mechanical processing once she sent the order, so it was a solid forty seconds before the speakers crackled to life with the snare drum opening of the song.
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Date: 2018-02-01 05:42 pm (UTC)It didn’t take Iris long to key in the commands - have the automatic record player she invented select the correct record, bring it to the turntable, broadcast it through the lab. But it was a mechanical processing once she sent the order, so it was a solid forty seconds before the speakers crackled to life with the snare drum opening of the song.
“See?” Iris said, twirling around. “They’re great.”