"In...ter...net?" Genau'Goeg stumbled and scratched her head as she peered quizzically at the laptop Mag Flashlight had scavenged out of a Crey
dumpster. She was seated at a table in the Legendary's secret underground base, with Mag sitting across from her, pulling the rest of the components out
of a duffle bag.
"That's right!" he said and affectionatelly noogied her. "See, it's a network of computers and servers set up to trade
information..." He trailed off as he noticed Gen's utterly confused expression. She cocked her head slightly, as if to punctuate the fact that she
was completely lost. Mag sighed and rubbed his temples. Poor dumb lizard...he thought. Barely had time to learn her own language, and here she is forced to learn a whole new one. He silently cursed the secretive
bastards at Vanguard at their unwillingness to part with one of their new Mark IV translators. They considered the technology "proprietary" and
didn't want an alien race they'd never heard of to get their grubby paws on them. Even though she was technically a "victim", she was
considered a threat to be studied. Just explain it like you would to a child, mused Mag.
"It's a series of tubes. And in these tubes, there's a world of stuff to watch, read, play with, listen to, and learn."
"Gen like tubes!" she squealed. She immediatelly picked up the laptop and started studying it, turning it all around. "But Mag, where tubes?
Gen want to play in tubes..."
Mag sighed and sat down next to her. "It's gonna be a long night, huh girl?"
dumpster. She was seated at a table in the Legendary's secret underground base, with Mag sitting across from her, pulling the rest of the components out
of a duffle bag.
"That's right!" he said and affectionatelly noogied her. "See, it's a network of computers and servers set up to trade
information..." He trailed off as he noticed Gen's utterly confused expression. She cocked her head slightly, as if to punctuate the fact that she
was completely lost. Mag sighed and rubbed his temples. Poor dumb lizard...he thought. Barely had time to learn her own language, and here she is forced to learn a whole new one. He silently cursed the secretive
bastards at Vanguard at their unwillingness to part with one of their new Mark IV translators. They considered the technology "proprietary" and
didn't want an alien race they'd never heard of to get their grubby paws on them. Even though she was technically a "victim", she was
considered a threat to be studied. Just explain it like you would to a child, mused Mag.
"It's a series of tubes. And in these tubes, there's a world of stuff to watch, read, play with, listen to, and learn."
"Gen like tubes!" she squealed. She immediatelly picked up the laptop and started studying it, turning it all around. "But Mag, where tubes?
Gen want to play in tubes..."
Mag sighed and sat down next to her. "It's gonna be a long night, huh girl?"