"That's the original iPod." said uncle Ian who coincidentally looked similar to Sir Ian McKellen and was at least as old.
"Cool." said Hannah, Loren's little sister. It was sad she was reduced to a bit player in another man's universe, defined primarily by her relationship to her brother, the seeds of neo-feminism were being thoroughly fertilized.
The Edison Phonograph continued to play what sounded like the soundtrack to the Skeleton Key.
"I can't believe that one day some one figured out that you could store sound on wax cylinders." said Loren.
Ian took a puff of his pipe, "True, but when you think about it, it's amazing that anything can make sound in the first place."
They all went on listening.