Click click. “Hmmm.. ok there is no detection” Karl is thinking while speaking. “We have to take,” click click, “and now,” he starts, “what we,” he starts over, “how everything works,” he continues, and he is whispering. Click, click, and you don’t want to break the spell of intimacy so you keep quiet and let Karl continue on his own accord. “I save this as Sample1” click, save, pause.

His grammar is a bit off but it doesn’t matter. You are not in love, but you are touched in an almost literal way. A corncrake is singing and your gaze rests on the screen of his computer, click click, fingertip, click. And then you wake up, “the software compares the sound recording with this template and ahh…”