Poorly Labeled Cassette Tape

It is the 28th of February, 2026.

You are walking through the town of Glastonbury, Connecticut.

Inside a grime-stained snowbank, there lies a single Sony CD-ix1 150.

The polypropylene is uncut.

The J-card has naught but a crude, smiling cat head sharpied onto it in purple.

You can take it if you want.