Paul makes a little grimace, a shrug. "'Came' is a d--" dirty* "-- a strong word," he admits. "They communicated, if it was them, with me on the tablet. It came to life, there was singing, of a very fu- screwed-up Twelve Days of Christmas, filked to be Taxon-related for your listening pleasure."
He pauses, mulling that over. "I wrote down their lyrics but so far I haven't figured out anything particularly... meaningful regarding them. I could tell there seemed to be some infighting and disagreement between the singers, and after, one of them said he wanted to ask me some questions, we exchanged about two sentences, and..." he trails off, shrugs, rubs at his face.
"He mostly seemed to want to know if I thought he'd gotten winter right. He... it... was not exactly... helpful to talk with. But it does make me feel rather like I am in someone's big damn high school science project."
Paul rummages on the counter for his cigarettes, lights one up. A drag and an exhale of smoke before he addresses this surveillance issue.
"Well, I'm not discounting what you're saying," he concedes. "But frankly as far as using the tablets as communication and the risks thereof..." He punches a button on his tablet; the little 'privacy' icon blips right up.
"..I'm more worried about other citizens hearing things I don't want them to."
Agent Smecker cautiously decides he likes this girl. Young she may be, but she doesn't seem stupid, and the fact that she's trying to do something, anything, proactive-- whether it's whatever her notes project is or just being helpful towards new arrivals.... he approves of that.
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dirty*"-- a strong word," he admits. "They communicated, if it was them, with me on the tablet. It came to life, there was singing, of a very fu- screwed-up Twelve Days of Christmas, filked to be Taxon-related for your listening pleasure."He pauses, mulling that over. "I wrote down their lyrics but so far I haven't figured out anything particularly... meaningful regarding them. I could tell there seemed to be some infighting and disagreement between the singers, and after, one of them said he wanted to ask me some questions, we exchanged about two sentences, and..." he trails off, shrugs, rubs at his face.
"He mostly seemed to want to know if I thought he'd gotten winter right. He... it... was not exactly... helpful to talk with. But it does make me feel rather like I am in someone's big damn high school science project."
Paul rummages on the counter for his cigarettes, lights one up. A drag and an exhale of smoke before he addresses this surveillance issue.
"Well, I'm not discounting what you're saying," he concedes. "But frankly as far as using the tablets as communication and the risks thereof..." He punches a button on his tablet; the little 'privacy' icon blips right up.
"..I'm more worried about other citizens hearing things I don't want them to."
Agent Smecker cautiously decides he likes this girl. Young she may be, but she doesn't seem stupid, and the fact that she's trying to do something, anything, proactive-- whether it's whatever her notes project is or just being helpful towards new arrivals.... he approves of that.