ingress!

[Today has been a strange day at the Ingress. First the severed head and now… this. Zam’s gaze is suspicious above her veil as she takes in the sight of the worn computer and the cheerful voice that issues out of it. That better be the karking computer and not a severed body part hiding out beneath it. She approaches carefully, only stopping for a moment at the strangely emotive word (or perhaps a name) that breaks the short-lived silence. It’s in the same voice as the tagline before, but… not. It sounds uncertain. Frightened, even. Zam approaches more openly, curiosity piqued. Whatever kind of lifeform she’s dealing with, it doesn’t seem aware of her presence yet, or at least it isn’t addressing her.

She stops in front of the terminal, eyes moving from the screen (showing what might’ve once been a geometric image) to the keyboard. She glances around, looking for any other means of input. It looks like the computer might be able to pick up audio, but that’s not happening with her own current disability.

So instead, she reaches for the keyboard and inputs a simple command: system info.]