ablankpage | Voxophone 6/??

[Another late night, and he's volunteered to make a pot of tea as he and his "sister" work.

So, in the kitchen, he opens the journal. It's still as good a place to store his thoughts as it is a method of communication, especially late at night when few are likely to be actively listening.]

There are constants and variables. That is the crux of our work. Constants that are measurable -- the laws of physics, for instance -- are, naturally, the more scientifically sound.

[Book in hand, waiting for the kettle to whistle, he wanders into the main room and puts a record on the player procured some time ago. The other residents of the house have proven themselves able to sleep through it when he's done it before, so he doesn't hesitate to let the sound come.

A familiar song can be heard after a moment of the player warming up.]

However, there are other constants. Things that cannot easily be measured. Things which can be relied upon to comfort, rather than affirm.

[He pauses and makes a quiet sound that's almost a chuckle.]

"A middle C vibrates at 262 Hz, no matter what the universe."

[Then, another remark, said more softly, almost to himself:] Perhaps I'm merely sentimental.