T-Rex: The date is September 3rd, one universe over. Composer Marshall Island has just finished a song that will one day be known as "The Ultimate Song 2000".

T-Rex: This name is super dated though so eventually it's shortened to "The Ultimate Song"!

T-Rex: The Ultimate Song is, objectively, the best song. We all thought it was impossible - that music was too varied, tastes too wide - for one song to be universally the best, but whether by chance or by design, it now exists. All other songs suffer in comparison. There is a brief artistic movement obsessed with flaws, imperfection, but that only gets us so far. We keep coming back to the song: it's perfect. Why would we listen to anything else?

Utahraptor: Don't songs eventually get old?
T-Rex: Imperfect songs do, yeah! Perfect ones, not so much.

T-Rex: Everyone tries to learn from the perfect song, reverse-engineer it: can we use it to produce the perfect painting? Poem? The perfect justice system? But we fail. It seems Earth is to touch perfection but once, and this is it: one single song.
Utahraptor: Wow. I mean, what do songs DO?

T-Rex: That's what consumes us. We encode the song into the golden records of the Voyager spacecraft, racing them towards distant stars. It's not because we want to share: it's a planet's last, desperate cry for help.
T-Rex: It's a death spasm that infects the galaxy.