Translations:Hand So/4/en

“Hello.” It is not one voice but many, chorusing through the room. The most powerful voice is the calm and cultured one projecting from the main screen, but several other voices stand out, including one who wails its greeting as though it were beginning to climax, another that follows a half second slower and an octave deeper than the others, and yet a third behind you hisses it as a whisper, just barely audible in the cacophony. “My name is Hand So. Your name is Steele. I would like to talk. Would you like to listen?” This isn’t precisely what every voice said, some were imperious and demanded you listen, and others were plaintive, or were made to sound plaintive as they stuttered and jittered over trickier syllables.