[ The moving light distorts over her fingers, and after a moment she pulls her hand away, letting it fall back to rest across her lap-dog. She hums a short note, thoughtful. ]
Where I'm from, originally, most anything that could be a screen was holographic. Phones and TVs and computers, billboards, stuff like that. Most were paired with... motion sensors. Even the ones that weren't hard light, they'd still respond to gesture. No keyboards or mice or... anything like that.
[ She rarely talks about her hometown, and speaks less about the mundanities of it. She doesn't say "where I grew up," or "back home," either, but perhaps that's the less surprising part of it.
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Where I'm from, originally, most anything that could be a screen was holographic. Phones and TVs and computers, billboards, stuff like that. Most were paired with... motion sensors. Even the ones that weren't hard light, they'd still respond to gesture. No keyboards or mice or... anything like that.
[ She rarely talks about her hometown, and speaks less about the mundanities of it. She doesn't say "where I grew up," or "back home," either, but perhaps that's the less surprising part of it.
She sounds tired. ]
It was nice.