Sophia stared at the weird symbols that covered the screen. Why did she think she could read this? Since Sophia was not the one to use the app, her mind had been rewritten to fit her new reality. Sophia stared at the screen as she reflected her life. She never even properly learned how to talk, her ability only growing over her twenty eight years of life watching the men speak and copying them, inferring their meaning over years of passive exposure. Her first words when she was twelve startled her first caretaker, and she was quickly deemed a Fast Female. The status didn't grant her any better treatment, other that most men would be wary of talking around her now. Afterall, men now only saw women as dumb drooling appliances. To them, it would be like if someone's refrigerator suddenly starting speaking. Off putting to say the least, if at bare minimum deemed unnatural.
Her life was just like the rest of her sisters and fellow wives. Perhaps if she was given that chance of education she could have learned to read or maybe even write. A few scientists once tried, finding even fast females could only produce at best a elementary schoolers knowledge base. Some hypothesized they never grew gray matter, or perhaps their limbic cortex was much smaller or maybe never developed. Whatever the case the only true gain of being Fast was her ability to react in real-time.
Sophia tried to fiddle with the phone, pressing it's buttons and banging it on the table. She tried mimicking how the men used it, holding it to her ear and talking, or tapping on it fast. Like man originally discovering fire, Sophia was trying to find the secrets of how to use a phone. The screen flickered as she finally found the button to turn it back on, the app presenting itself. Sophia stared at it in wonder before a hand appeared and pulled it away, her beacon of hope snatched away like a fading star.
Phil looked over the phone, it was a older model, maybe like from fifteen years ago. No one here would have used something like this. Phil glanced at Sophia as she reached out her hand. "Me want that. Me want!" She cried out, her hand reflexing to grab the air. Phil raised an eyebrow, instead turning to go find Jack.
He popped his head into Jacks office, who was still busy on the phone trying to sell his daughter Jane. "Yo, Jack. Sorry to interrupt. Did you like give a phone to Sophia? She must of found one." Jack quickly and silently shook his head with a scowl, tapping his desk as he returned to his call. Phil nodded as he placed the phone on the desk.