Bijou-L looked up at the patron. “Do you have a request, sir?” it said in a pleasant voice. It was a very capable unit, much better than the earlier Bijou-D while lacking the uncanny ‘rubberface’ of the Bijou-B. Though it only needed a rudimentary pinhole camera, it nevertheless had a ‘head’ and ‘face’ with LED eyes and an LED grin.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” The gentleman was wearing a rumpled suit and fedora, the sort of casino casual that often passed for formal wear in the 8-Bit Lounge. “Tell me, Bijou-L, are you aware of binary audio?”

“Are you referring to binary information encoded into audio format in such a way as to be compiled into executable code?” said Bijou-L. “It’s rather old-fashioned, sir, a tune my great-grandfather the Commodore 64 might have been better at playing, but I can try. The other patrons won’t like it.”

“I don’t need them to like it,” said the patron. “I just need to know if you can do it, and accept the binary audio in the form of a standard interface jack.”

Bijou-L rolled up one of its sleeves, revealing a plethora of legacy ports, including MIDI-In, USB, and fiber-optic. “If you’d like to insert your media and swipe a major credit card, sir, I’ll see what I can do.”

The man strolled back across the bar as Bijou-L began playing, the normally dulcet tones of its electronic piano having been mutilated into binary. The other patrons were covering their ears or even fleeing, but not the figure perched on a barstool.

“Hey hey,” said the gynoid who sat there, worn by the passage of years and many repairs, as the man approached. “They’re playing our song. What a nice gesture.”

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