Well, your mom knew you'd be impatient. so when i called her to say it arrived , she told me it was ok for us to open it
I feel like i'm going to have a heart attack watching Mrs V carefully open the edges of the box. She lets me pull at the brown paper inside. Then, under a mile of bubble wrap, there it is. The Media-Talker. smaller than I expected, it's only the size of my wheelchair tray, but it's sleek and shiny and cool the touch. it is like a butterfly ready to unfold its wings.
whew this will take a year to read and understand
And I begi to wait. And wait. And wait. Finally when I just know i'm going to explode, I wheel over to the table where the Media-Talker sits. I've seen the Kids at school ply video games they've never seen before and I've seen them program their phones and computers without touching a book of instructions. So I take my right thumb and push the on button. the board whirs and glows and then a welcome message appears on the screen. I push another button, and a voice that sounds like an englishman with a really bad head cold cold blurts out, WELCOME TO MEDI-TALKER