“According to the Research guys, it’s something called a kizit tape, some sort of ancient data retrieval system.”
“And those markings?” the Director asked.
“Old Earth, type J they think, but it could be C2. Research say, there isn’t enough of it to tell for sure.”
“Do the know how the access the data?”
“No, they have a theory, but don’t know for sure. There is a magnetic residue on that spooled film, but Research isn’t certain if it purposely there, or if its just environmental contamination.”
Just then a sterile-suited crew member approached.
“Excuse me Director; Sub-Director. We found one,” the Research technician said. The crew member then produced a battered hot pink device from a museum pod.
“Excellent, this might be the breakthrough we’ve needed to unlock the secrets of Old Earth culture,” the Sub-Director said.
Taking the device, the Sub-Director, scanned it and then asked, “What do we do with it?”
The technician set the Sony cassette played on a console and pressed a button, and a small panel popped open. Then taking the “Kizit” from the Director, they placed it into the opening, and then pushed it shut.
“Press on this button when you are ready,” the technician said to the Sub-Director, and then stepped back.
“Well, here it goes,” the Sub-Director announced, pressing the indicated button.
The stillness of the briefing room was shaken by “No future, No future, No future,” from a pirated copy of The Sex Pistol’s God Save The Queen.
“Sorry Director,” the Sub-Director said mournfully. “It seems to be just environmental contamination after all”
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