(they is deliberately vague — not anyone peter's come across here — but more everyone peter ever meets in space. like, yes, he knows technology has come a long way from ribbons and plastic, but he likes it. he likes the process of finding a cassette, finding the right location and the right when in space to be able to (re)record his favourite songs. it's a sentimental process in more ways than one, and the inevitable trips down memory lane are as close as he wants to get to actual time travel. ) A sad case of a superiority complex, ( is his answer then, half-mumbled and semi-distracted.
but then she asks him if any of the tapes she's holding are good and he turns to appraise her findings. ) Ye— ah. ( the smiths are one of those that he can only listen to so much of. sure, a lot of it's more tongue in cheek than some people like to think, but after a little while, there's only so much nobody loves me and I'm so lonely a guy can take. he taps the tape, and says— ) Maudlin, ( beat. oingo boingo, another tap— ) Acquired taste. ( sisters of mercy— ) Yes.
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but then she asks him if any of the tapes she's holding are good and he turns to appraise her findings. ) Ye— ah. ( the smiths are one of those that he can only listen to so much of. sure, a lot of it's more tongue in cheek than some people like to think, but after a little while, there's only so much nobody loves me and I'm so lonely a guy can take. he taps the tape, and says— ) Maudlin, ( beat. oingo boingo, another tap— ) Acquired taste. ( sisters of mercy— ) Yes.