"It's a holotape," Sativa replies. "It stores information - words, video, sound..."

It looks to be in decent shape. What would be on a holotape left in an old car?

Her eyes drift down to the stereo system where there's a conveniently-sized slot. On a hunch, she slips the holotape in, and after brief moment of whirring as the player reads it, a fast-paced piano tune starts up.