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There is exactly one song loaded on this player, the only one she's ever heard. She's listened to it over and over again, too many times to count. After a certain point, she had saved it to her own memory, allowing her to play it inside her head whenever she wants; but since this mysterious device is too old to interface with her systems, none of her static-filled recordings are as perfect as when it plays directly in her ears (or robotic equivalent thereof).