[ Her eyebrows go up. No, that thought hadn't crossed her mind. She can read, but there's never been any call to write, and that is still the image her imagination goes to when it thinks of making a recording. But, here in this place.... with little pieces of lives captured, just like the voice they had found in the depths of that laboratory, perhaps she could.
She looks away for a moment, off into the gardens to mull over the idea. Would it please her to see these worlds again in more than just a memory? What was the difference between the digital and what she held in her head. ]
No. I hadn't thought of it. But I have been practicing with Cathaway how to project my memories.
[ A glance, curious for the other girl's reaction to the idea. ]
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She looks away for a moment, off into the gardens to mull over the idea. Would it please her to see these worlds again in more than just a memory? What was the difference between the digital and what she held in her head. ]
No. I hadn't thought of it. But I have been practicing with Cathaway how to project my memories.
[ A glance, curious for the other girl's reaction to the idea. ]