[She doesn't get the reference, so elects to ignore it... Although the idea of Raki as a domestic house AI would give her some sick joy, certainly.]
[Nevertheless, she listens, fighting back a twinge (and then a rush) of annoyance. Here's a kid, lecturing her on things she's devoted her entire life to... But just so different that the kid might be right, in her own world.]
[Either way, she can't help but be a little smug.] --Lost technology? Okay, yeah, your world has some catching up to do.
Anyway, Songs are waves, like anything [oh god, literally everything] else; the "listener," or rather the one to absorb the emotional component of those waves, is the Songstone itself... Or, presumably, whatever lost technology you have over where you were. It's a server, rather than a client terminal; sometimes you're inputting from a distance.
Hopefully, that crests a wave of understanding over you. [ZING!!!!!!.]
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[Nevertheless, she listens, fighting back a twinge (and then a rush) of annoyance. Here's a kid, lecturing her on things she's devoted her entire life to... But just so different that the kid might be right, in her own world.]
[Either way, she can't help but be a little smug.] --Lost technology? Okay, yeah, your world has some catching up to do.
Anyway, Songs are waves, like anything [oh god, literally everything] else; the "listener," or rather the one to absorb the emotional component of those waves, is the Songstone itself... Or, presumably, whatever lost technology you have over where you were. It's a server, rather than a client terminal; sometimes you're inputting from a distance.
Hopefully, that crests a wave of understanding over you. [ZING!!!!!!.]