I loved that old thing like a pet dog. Ah, the hours I spent with a jeweller's screwdriver adjusting the angle of the tape heads, listening to the data stream and trying to judge whether it sounded crisper or more muffled, and the pulse-racing last few seconds when The Eidolon managed to finally load without a read error. That initial loading noise like a bosun's whistle and the satisfying click when the tape drive stops still provoke Pavlovian responses from me. Sob.

Also 2 minutes was so much longer when you were nine.

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