“Ah! I am sorry, I haff not zought of zis.” He shook his head with a sheepish grin, feeling stupid to not have thought about that. “My accent?” He shrugged. What was there to explain about his accent? “I haff come to America only a few years ago and I haff deffeculties speeking like all ze ozers.” He had tried to rid himself of his accent a few times, having the computer teach him how to pronounce the words correctly but it was difficult to slow down enough to concentrate on speaking correctly, when the racing thoughts in his head were still Russian.
"I see." She leaned against a nearby pole, arms folded and legs crossed. "So how exactly does the computer understand you?" Charlie questioned in a now curious tone.













