Beep-beep.
Click-clack.
Using the T9 predictive text system, by breaking Milansel Common into simple characters and inputting them, complex short phrases and words could be assembled. Sonia tapped away at it for a moment, an expression of shock—which brought a smug sense of pride to Melina—appearing on her face.
Sonia waved her hands in a panic, picked up the Personal Telegraph with one hand, and pointed her finger at the characters appearing on the screen inside:
"Melina! How did you do this? How did you make this thing?"
She said excitedly:
"What's the cost? Can it be mass-produced?"
"Calm down, I'll explain it to you slowly."
Melina said, sounding seemingly aggrieved yet secretly proud.
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