[The relief Zam feels when the machine’s begging stops is… strange, in that it isn’t just the sensory relief of stopping the buzzing of an insect in her ear. She’s actually tense as she listens to the voice hesitantly begin speaking again and when its question comes, there’s a long, wary beat of staring at the monitor wondering if typing anything further would restart its panic.
It’s difficult to ask permission when her words are so limited, but Zam can be creative. She reaches for the keyboard again, but instead of typing anything, she merely taps loudly at the edge of it as a means of indication, and then makes what she hopes reads as a questioning-sounding hum. With any luck, the voice will understand the question: can she reply with the keyboard?]
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It’s difficult to ask permission when her words are so limited, but Zam can be creative. She reaches for the keyboard again, but instead of typing anything, she merely taps loudly at the edge of it as a means of indication, and then makes what she hopes reads as a questioning-sounding hum. With any luck, the voice will understand the question: can she reply with the keyboard?]