Caspar's talent doesn't draw any strange looks from Jim, who is pretty used to hanging around nonhumans with all kinds of interesting talents. From what he can see, it's like a computerized version of a Vulcan mind meld, which makes a hell of a lot of sense to him.

"Yeah, I didn't think it would," Jim says, a little dryly. Of course he'd have to be more specific. With countless universes and countless eras to choose from, the classics are a matter of perspective. He takes a moment to remember what the hell that genre of music is even called, besides 'good' and 'old as fuck.' "I think they used to call it 'rock and roll.' It was pretty popular in the late twentieth century on my Earth."