"Impressive terraforming efforts despite the technological restraints humans are under. I do see flaws here and there, but in due time your scientists and techmen will eventually fix them." The suit-clad alien then gestures to Tuesday. "I see you carry an instrument around with you, and I can tell that you're not a junker or antique enthusiast. What's your reason for doing so, when most of the music here is so painstakingly synthetic?" [from Vhax!]
Tuesday had to awkwardly smile and nod through the alien’s description of martian advancements in technology. The sciences might have been her worst subject in school... not to mention, just the act of standing next to someone so tall was rather intimidating.
But, at least she could talk about music! She knew all about that.
“Didn’t you just answer your own question?” She replied, jovially. The first dozen or so times she’d been asked this, she’d freeze up, or stammer through a response. But now, now that she’d been on TV, and been in front of judges and interviewers and all sorts of people, she could answer with confidence.
“I carry this guitar because I’m a musician! A real, live, human musician! And there’s nothing wrong with AI-created music, but... the feel of the guitar strings against my fingers... that a-ha! moment when I’ve finally gotten the right lyrics to a melody.... the emotional connects people have to my most inner feelings... you need a person to do that, don’t you? If a computer could do everything that Carole and I can do, no one would listen to our music. But people listen. They like our music! I can’t believe it sometimes, but they really like our music!”