[Of course people would lie online. It's even easier than lying to someone face to face! Pity, takes all the skill out of it. Though it employs a completely different set of skills to make those lies look professional or credible.
Still he nods along with Linhardt's assessment of the brightness, wincing a little in sympathy. Yeah that sucks.]
You can lower the brightness and I found a little um.... "app"? That changes the colors. It makes it a lot easier to look at but, obviously, then any images you look at are.... wrong.
[So it's great for text but miserable for anything else. The question for what a phone actually is?
He just snags Lin's phone and pulls up the wiki lbr.]
There ya go. Probably not as technical as you want but it's a starting point.
[Linhardt scowls when Claude takes his phone. Why do people keep trying to steal it? Are people allergic to saying 'hello, Linhardt, may I please have your personal portable miracle device?'(No, he does not realize the irony in wishing that other people were respecting his boundaries.
But the scowl gives way to fascination when Claude pulls the encyclopedia up. It's true that it isn't as detailed as he'd like, but simply being shown that such a thing exists is enough for Linhardt to snatch the phone back and move his fingers in a flurry, pressing things, opening tabs, and saving them to something called a 'reading list'.
History of science, yes. Wi-fi, yes. Telephones, yes. The electromagnetic spectrum, yes. It takes a solid two minutes before he realizes Claude is still there.]
You can leave now.
[It's not curt or angry; Linhardt is just helpfully letting Claude know that Claude has fulfilled his social obligation and can therefore be on his way.]
Unless you wanted to talk to me about something.
[A slight concession to Claude for showing him the digital encyclopedia.]
[Claude leans back, arms crossed as he watches Linhardt disappear into the void of the internet. Is he surprised? Not in the slightest.]
Never change, Linhardt.
[Muttered with a laugh and a fleeting pat on his shoulder. He understands all too well how difficult it is not to get sucked into the vast stores of information so readily available. Still it's kind of cute seeing it on someone else. With that, though, he is content to wander off and let him figure things out on his own.]
Linhardt
Date: 2021-03-06 03:01 pm (UTC)Still he nods along with Linhardt's assessment of the brightness, wincing a little in sympathy. Yeah that sucks.]
You can lower the brightness and I found a little um.... "app"? That changes the colors. It makes it a lot easier to look at but, obviously, then any images you look at are.... wrong.
[So it's great for text but miserable for anything else. The question for what a phone actually is?
He just snags Lin's phone and pulls up the wiki lbr.]
There ya go. Probably not as technical as you want but it's a starting point.
I'm sorry he is the way he is
Date: 2021-03-06 07:02 pm (UTC)But the scowl gives way to fascination when Claude pulls the encyclopedia up. It's true that it isn't as detailed as he'd like, but simply being shown that such a thing exists is enough for Linhardt to snatch the phone back and move his fingers in a flurry, pressing things, opening tabs, and saving them to something called a 'reading list'.
History of science, yes. Wi-fi, yes. Telephones, yes. The electromagnetic spectrum, yes. It takes a solid two minutes before he realizes Claude is still there.]
You can leave now.
[It's not curt or angry; Linhardt is just helpfully letting Claude know that Claude has fulfilled his social obligation and can therefore be on his way.]
Unless you wanted to talk to me about something.
[A slight concession to Claude for showing him the digital encyclopedia.]
no subject
Date: 2021-03-09 02:48 pm (UTC)Never change, Linhardt.
[Muttered with a laugh and a fleeting pat on his shoulder. He understands all too well how difficult it is not to get sucked into the vast stores of information so readily available. Still it's kind of cute seeing it on someone else. With that, though, he is content to wander off and let him figure things out on his own.]