As soon as you make one step to the side — so you can go around the pedestal and reach its behind — something throws you right off. It takes you a moment to work out what it is, but once you do, it's plain to see.
The brass horn has moved. It's still pointed directly at you.
Maybe it's designed to always be pointing to the listener so it sounds better, you think hopefully to yourself. "Sally, are you seeing this or am I going crazy?"
She looks at you for a long moment. "Um. You are, uh, going crazy?"
"You can't see that it's rotated?"
"No sir."
"Come over here."
She starts to move over to you, and — even though the gramophone hasn't moved — she startles at it.
"Oh, wow. It's still pointing towards me." she breathes. You make a mental note of the effect.
There's nothing interesting on the back of it.






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