"Maybe it's trying to approximate the phonemes in your language?"

"… Nope, 'Yun' would be far, far closer to the pronunciation it gave. 'Akerin' is not very close to – 'Yeum'."

"Maybe the pen does its best to be mutually comprehensible to everyone currently reading what it's written? Because I sure as drek wouldn't have been able to pronounce that, my only language is English."

"Maybe it's just an equivalent of similar prevalence? 'Kuara' is not a particularly common name and it sounds like it might be foreign-derivation, 'Akerin' is sort of… not weird but not common?"

Apparently it translated as 'Kuara Akerin' for him.

"Wow, I wonder if my name translates as something different when I write it down and you read it --"

She writes Naomi McPherson on an available sheet of paper. 

"Naome," he says, pronouncing it slightly differently, "is pretty much the same and also a name in Seren. Feros is – not a particularly common surname but it's what it apparently gave you. Naome Feros."

"Huh. Wait, let me see if I can do yours --" she writes his name. "Evan Waters? Does your name mean 'water' in your language?"

"… I think it's actually from the word for fisherman? I'm not sure."

"Huh."

Naomi's pretty much done plundering data from this computer. It's -- weird in that it looks superficially like the old computers from around 80 years ago but seemed to follow a different trajectory. Moore's law still applied, but she's surprised at the implication that it would be connected to a wireless Matrix analogue -- that's only around twenty years old in her world. 

"Hey, how are the books coming along?"

"They are mainly weird," he responds. "There is a dictionary – that's the least weird of the lot – and then there is a fictional book about somebody being turned into water and it is not super clear what happens next, possibly requires cultural knowledge, and there's a book about some small bits of technology that I have never heard of before and seems to require more knowledge of physics and things than I have. Haven't got to the others yet."

"Maybe I've heard of the technology? What does it say?

He hands over the translation-ink copy! It seems to be…

… admittedly probably fictional. It's talking about using flux capacitors and chronometric waves to develop a method to perform telluric telomerization and therefore revitalize people to their youth. Plus there are things about some quarks and mesons and other extremely small particles and also – some fictional ones and ones shown not to exist – being arranged into special configurations using certain tools, which again sound fictional.

"Revitalize people to their youth" isn't actually that far-fetched in Naomi's world. There are already people who specialize in healing magic that takes off a few years, though they tend to exclusively serve the rich and well-connected. 

She has no clue what a flux capacitor is supposed to be, though it sounds vaguely familiar. 

Itaruko shrugs. "I think it might be fictional, some of those words didn't translate properly and the others didn't all make much sense, but it might be of some use and I might just be behind in my physics."

"Well maybe as we translate more books we'll figure it out. Speaking of which, I'm almost done with this thing," she gently raps the computer with her knuckles, "want to go to another room? I'll help you carry your books."

"Sure," he nods, and then he hands her a few of them and closes a couple of others and off they can go.

Itaruko looks around the lobby curiously but lets Naomi lead the way. Does she choose to go into one of the other offices on the ground floor or are they going up the stairs to the creepily-repetitive glass-walled floor?

"Let's go upstairs!"

He follows!

The creepy offices are still present. They are mostly quite sparsely decorated, as with the office downstairs.

"This place is weird," comments Itaruko.

"Yeah, it's really creepy for there to be no one here."

"How long were you here for before I got here? I don't recall asking you."

"Only a couple of hours. Not long enough to get anything done, really, other than looking superficially at what's," she waves her hands idly, "around. I knew there were computers here, though, and I'm glad that the interface and software is at least fairly analagous, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to bypass the password menu as easily ..."

Itaruko nods.

The computer seems relatively similar to the one downstairs with its contents, seeming to be owned-or-used by a lower-ranking employee in the same bank.

Again, no address can be found, at least not marked anywhere clearly.

"... all right, I think that's enough for today, I'm getting exhausted. Been up probably for over twenty-four hours. I'm going back to the hut. You can stay and research or come back and research or sleep, I don't care."

"I think I'll come back," he says. "Do a bit more research in the hut."

"Sure."

They go. Naomi tiredly fumbles into the second room of the hut. 

It occurs to her that the room could have not contained a bed. Or been dangerous. Oh well.