Video came and went, and much to Zalia’s horror, they started ending up in the bins. The large square blue ones, the ones which hold all the generic rubbish. Not the place for videos at all, or so she thought. Though she kept the form of a twenty six year old, she’d been that age in the 90’s – her favourite year – liked and kept it. At her real age of one hundred years, she’d seen all matter of technology advances, video to DVD to all three forms of blue-ray. With videos as her favourite, this left Zalia with a series of nostalgic stories she didn’t really feel like sharing.
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