Let me tell you all I want from you Heidi. I don't want nothing else from you apart from this one thing I'm asking from you. Humans have made the dystopia on this album, built it from the material of all their everyday misunderstandings and woundings. That is what makes it real. He's currently listening to one half of a troubling conversation.
Ethical considerations arise.
Constantly constantly constantly constantly constantly you lying. But the ethical murkiness of communication technology underpins his proposed novel. This is going to be useful , he's thinking, as he listens to some unnamed Londoner harangue his girlfriend. Tell me, tell me everything, tell me that you freaking that you slept with a billion guys Heidi, but you tell me, don't let me find out. And on another level he's simply engrossed, experiencing a simple emotional fascination, giving in to his aural voyeurism.