The text suddenly appearing is...odd, to say the least. Particularly for a man who'd just adjusted to such things being possible on small devices and not via telegraph or newspaper. He stares quizzically for a moment, trying to determine what it's projecting onto.
"...yes. I suppose. It's a memory I have of where I come from. How...are you doing that?"
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"...yes. I suppose. It's a memory I have of where I come from. How...are you doing that?"