Particles in air, of course...[She feels like a parrot right now. How young this boy is, and how smart! It makes her feel like old granny Sophie again, patting her children on the cheek and chuckling when she doesn't understand much at all.
Even magic is supposed to have its theoretical parts, and all she does is botch it.]
[Chekov makes a face at Howl.] Not all of us can rely on magic.
Radios are antiquated--in my time, antiquated, I mean no offense--machines that transmit information using continuous sine waves. There is a receiver, a transmitter... there is not much to it. [He pauses. If Sophie doesn't know anything about radios...] Radios... ah, make it so that sounds in one place may be heard in another distant place.
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Pre-radio? May I ask what year?
[He takes the papers and schematics back--they're clearly not of interest--and then turns to the biggest frankenmachine in the living room.]
This is--or I hope it to be--a computer and a replicator. [helpfully] A replicator makes things out of particles in the air.
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[He does anyway, but that's just because a healthy amount of chaos helps the creative process.]
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Even magic is supposed to have its theoretical parts, and all she does is botch it.]
What is a radio to begin with?
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Radios are antiquated--in my time, antiquated, I mean no offense--machines that transmit information using continuous sine waves. There is a receiver, a transmitter... there is not much to it. [He pauses. If Sophie doesn't know anything about radios...] Radios... ah, make it so that sounds in one place may be heard in another distant place.