04-06-2009, 07:05 PM
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  His answer was short and sweet; although some part of her was curious about further detail, she reminded herself she probably wouldn't make heads or tails of it, anyway. Gale had impressed upon her a healthy dose of world geography, but as he was Irish, a lot of his lessons involved Europe (and maybe Asia). He didn't seem to know much about Canada other than where he'd lived before (i.e. Bleeding Souls) and where he lived now. Regardless, she wasn't about to pry further; usually folks who wanted to share personal information would do so without much prompting.Ahh! she exclaimed as she nodded; she indeed knew about the device he referenced. My uncle used to have some of those; Oi know what yeh are talkin' 'bout. But 'is were all in cars, 'e never bothered with a single player. Human music was as interesting as it was bizarre to Maserati; there were so many sounds that weren't natural at all. Still, many times they managed to fit and flow together rather nicely--although she had heard some tunes more cacophonous than two alligators fighting at the base of a waterfall (or something). Why the humans chose to reproduce such grating and chaotic sounds was beyond her; she preferred the gentler, more uplifting tunes.So why wasn't his device working? Did yeh check the batteries in it? she wondered, trying to be useful. Most of her knowledge of human tools was intuitive; most of her knowledge of human devices came through practised experience shadowing Ross as he worked on cars. A lot of them had some kind of circuitry involved, so she knew enough of the basics about wiring and power. Still, the funny, seemingly microscopic imprints on circuit boards were a muddled mess to the girl... quite possibly, they were even more bizarre than written text (when she was first introduced to it, of course). If yeh have, Oi've got nothin', though, she continued with an apologetic smile. |