(Vox-I) "Get the news station, we need to know what's happening at the front!"

*static sounds*

"Damn, I knew I should've bought an antenna for this thing..."



(MultiVox-II) "Hey Ivanna, you got the records?"

"Sure, even the new one from the Singing Streams! Their lead singer is so dreamy..."

"Are they a boy or a girl?"

"They're an elf, it really doesn't matter..."



(Vox-VII) Dimitri fumbled towards his bedside radio, and managed to switch off the loud, thumping music on the third try. He glared at the clock. Damn, he mused. Just an hour to get really woken up, cleaned up, coffee-ed up, and dressed in time to catch the bus. He stumbled toward the kitchen, trying to remember if he's filled the automatic coffee pot last night. Times like this make me wish I was a morning person...