Kib scoops up all the notes on their game and rereads them thoughtfully before bed, and then crashes.
Aly's picking berries. Aly's in the library. Aly's having dinner with a creche friend. Aly's standing in line to vote.
Kib's yawning in bed and getting up to start the day and get back to work on the scriber.
Will you translate it for me? I'm picking up bits of Quenya but only bits.
"I've got the outline of the program, just need to make sure I have all the details it'll need and that I've accounted for all the - see, the golem won't automatically know how to move, so I'm going to etch symbols into various parts of it and define certain motions in terms of bringing those symbols closer together or lining them up in certain ways. I need to make sure the program needs only as many of those as I think it does, and then I can etch them in and make sure I can walk it through the range of motion it needs without cheating and using a degree of freedom I didn't symbolize."
"Do you find him hard to tolerate? I like him. Anyway I started when I was almost seven, but I read up a little before that so I'd be able to impress the next servantmaker who came by looking."
"Well, if you feel like a change of pace I am happy to teach you to read the common."
"We can start with what's in the program, it's written in more or less plain language, just formalized oddly - same alphabet though."
Well, he's not going to hurt the common alphabet's feelings, but Kib doesn't ask what he thinks of its loveliness, just teaches the messy sound correspondences - "the language is popular because someone who spoke it conquered a bunch of stuff decades ago and it's got simple flexible grammar, not for its intuitive spelling" - and bits of programming on top of that as he goes through his outline.