[Written]
[Nina is... well, the spoken issue became apparent since day one, but something's been bugging her about the auto-translator here. Namely, she's not sure about the efficiency or the perfection of it. Particularly when it comes to something written - that level of thing would be a neural chip? On the networks it's obvious, but things written off the journals? Well, first things first. Bored on morning and having nothing better to test, she decides to run an experiment.
The following set of sentences has her switching written languages every sentence. It goes from Standard (more or less written like English) to Guroeese script, to Leshi script, to Vak'nasul runic script, to Solaan "written" language (the binary), to Baldu script, to Sannkrus written script. She's much better with speaking all those than writing them (not to mention some of these forms of writing have since died out in favor of Standardization), but it never hurts to run a test.
Naturally, because of the auto-translator, all of these except perhaps the binary will be readily apparent to everyone as being whatever it is they ready.]
So, that's what these guys call and "experiment," huh? Pretty flashy, if you ask me. I'm used to scientists being more low-key about their achievements. [...Hum, this language isn't suited for this, so she changes topics entirely with a proverb that came to mind] Violence is a natural fact of life.
[ . . . Oh right, she could try-] 01001001 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101111 01101110 01100101 00101110 ["I hate this one." or at least, she hopes that was it. Solaans don't "write" anyway. Damned archaic system here. She decides to go for a contract language next]
All in all, I'm not sure I'd rank that among the best shows I've been privy to; too flashy and it felt like they couldn't make up their mind about what they were doing. [And to finish it off, one slightly more obscure:] You all can read me, right?
[She taps her pen a few more times before finishing off in the form of drawing something. While hers obviously it not colored the sketch resembles
this, albeit less well drawn. Sure are a lot of humans here. Or n'dea or some other human-lookalike species. She wonders idly how a rondis would react, dropped into this hellhole.
With that complete, she sets off to find something to munch on while waiting on the results of her test. And maybe something to smoke.]