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Tape Recorder, Part III
Nov. 8th, 2008 03:02 pmAzula lay on her back in bed, turning a tape recorder over and over in her hands.
It was the first one she had obtained; the one she had "stolen" from the indestructible girl back in July- and the one that she had done the majority of her experimentation on. She had erased all of that, of course, and now the device was almost entirely blank.
The only real way to erase something, she had discovered, was to record over it with something else. In this case, she had recorded dead silence over much of her early work- in fact, only one thing still remained. She didn't remember why she had kept this particular recording, really, but there had probably been a logical reason. In any case, that reason didn't exist anymore, and there was no justification for not having the entire device completely blank and ready for further, more serious use. She had already rewound it to the exact spot. Now all she needed to do was press the record button, let it take in the silence for about ten seconds, and then put the device away. Out of sight, out of mind.
On a whim, Azula's finger suddenly moved to hit the play button, and she was greeted by her own voice: "Say something." Just as quickly, she pressed "stop". She didn't say anything.
Azula lay there, lightly fingering the buttons, but never pressing any of them. After a time, she fell asleep- her right index finger hovering directly over "record".
It was the first one she had obtained; the one she had "stolen" from the indestructible girl back in July- and the one that she had done the majority of her experimentation on. She had erased all of that, of course, and now the device was almost entirely blank.
The only real way to erase something, she had discovered, was to record over it with something else. In this case, she had recorded dead silence over much of her early work- in fact, only one thing still remained. She didn't remember why she had kept this particular recording, really, but there had probably been a logical reason. In any case, that reason didn't exist anymore, and there was no justification for not having the entire device completely blank and ready for further, more serious use. She had already rewound it to the exact spot. Now all she needed to do was press the record button, let it take in the silence for about ten seconds, and then put the device away. Out of sight, out of mind.
On a whim, Azula's finger suddenly moved to hit the play button, and she was greeted by her own voice: "Say something." Just as quickly, she pressed "stop". She didn't say anything.
Azula lay there, lightly fingering the buttons, but never pressing any of them. After a time, she fell asleep- her right index finger hovering directly over "record".
