Coming from from work.

You come home from work hearing the sounds of music emanating from the speakers of your large sound system.

“I see you found my audio cassettes.” you say.

“Indeed.” Dak replies, gesturing to two piles of tapes on the table beside him. “This is a facet of human culture we have not seen. Our preliminary team recorded a vast quantity of music from your broadcasts, but never before have these—I believe you call them ‘songs’—been documented, although their labels indicate that some of them are two and three decades old.”

“I don’t think those songs have ever been broadcast.” You say as he glances over the tapes. “Freedom, Flight & Fantasy,” “Quarks & Quests,” “Heralds, Harpers & Havoc,” “Space Heroes & Other Fools,” “Genesis” and the empty case of “Walkabout” occupied the table. “Those aren’t what you’d call mainstream music. I purchase them at science fiction conventions. Sometimes I think our fantasies are as telling as our history.”

“Indeed.” Dak replies. “You are very wise for a human. Perhaps I should send those idiot humans who captured me a fruit basket for allowing me to escape and find you.. By the way, I need to be getting back to my own home, I appreciate all you have done for me.