inbox. duplicity.

[notscary]

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[notscary]

Oh, yeah. Voice to text transcription. I stumbled through figuring out the letters. But we have like typewriters and shit at home...much bigger keys and letters/numbers.

Yep. Absolutely zero privacy anywhere here.
Sometimes they really like to fuck with us. Not every day or all the time, but. Feels bad when it happens. Nothing we can do about it.

[gascogne]

['Typewriter' is pretty self explanatory, though he can't picture what it looks like, only that it should be more convenient than a printing press so that anyone might use it easily.]

I suppose it is like setting letters individually. I'll learn.]

[Talking to himself in public to use the function he currently prefers is as awkward as pecking at tiny letters.]

I'm almost afraid to ask how it is they... fuck with us.

[notscary]

[ inventions bringing the power to the people! ]

Lots of learning curves here, I've found.

Well.
They put aphrodisacs into food, drink, sometimes into the air, that make people wanna have sex. My experiences with it have been mostly pretty fine, but it's awkward.
That's one of the more literal ways that fuckery is often afoot.

[gascogne]

[Well, that makes things worse.]

I knew about the food, and I've tried to be careful, though it seems a pointless precaution if it travels through the air as well.

[notscary]

Yeah, man.
Ultimate sorts of fuckery, ya know?
But at least now you know. Sorry you gotta deal with that shit right along with the rest of us.