Vocal Impulses

Well, I was alone again. I couldn’t believe my little gimmick actually worked. I’d won that battle.

But would I win the war?

That remained to be seen.

I began bobbing to some incoherant song that had lodged itself into my head. It was welcome company, really. It took shape; it was a favorite of mine: La Paga.

Then the foot tapping started; the finger snapping; the arm swinging; the actual singing along.

In short: total rocking out.

I got through most of the song, full-out dancing, when the man stormed through the sliding door again. I froze in mid-dance step.

“What are you doing?!” he asked, more confused than ever.

“Rocking…out?” I answered slowly, not sure what else to call it.

The android folded his arms, utterly stumped. “One minute, you jumble numbers incoherently, but the next you send vocal impulses in a coherent pattern, in a manner you call ‘rocking out’?” He shook his head. “And yet you still function normally?”

I shrugged. “Bud, you got a heck of a lot more to learn about humans.”

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