Tanjelavi

Trinat

.i mi'o zvati ti mi'u mau .ii1
only could Trinat utter as they were sitting in a quite small room
with a window facing the yet unrestored street, just the two of
them...

"Just relax, man", said the waiter with that same thick accent as they sat on a white coach and put their arms on its back. They were pretty tall and skinny with a more masculine build with that mildly broad chest of theirs, but no one could be sure now of someone's identity anymore, so Trinat couldn't bring himself to think of them of a man just as yet

So he couldn't just sit down next to them and said, "Then I'd like to apologize to you—"

"Nah", only breathed out the waiter, "yo at least apologized: here just were some clients who had to real apologize for dey behavior, but still ain't do nuttin' for dat"

"Is this your natural accent?"
"What yo mean by natural, man? Dat how Ah usually speak, yo know—an' (they patted the vacant place near themself, inviting Trinat to sit down there) dat ain't no accent: dat a dialect, man"

Trinat sat down and the waiter's arm was slightly touching his neck, which made him feel even more out of place... The waiter stole a glance at him and embraced his neck with their arm, still telling him to just relax, man: everychin' alright. Trinat swallowed hard again and the waiter went on, "Yo may now ask me whatever yo want, man: Ah finna answer yo question"

"Just one question?"
"Nah, man: till yo gonna finish it"

"Okay then..." After a few moments of struggling with his uncomfortableness and embarrassment, Trinat finally asked, "Tell me more about yourself then"

The waiter laughed heartily and said, "Dat all yo wanna ask me? Prolly somechin' else, too, ah?"

"What someching else?"
"Ah dunno, man... Like..."
"Hey, wait, ain't yo never...? But—" they bursted into laughter again "—don't make me laugh ma-ass off, man HAHAHA"

Trinat was now confused and wanted to run away more than anything else—he even got easily from under the waiter's arm as they were now holding their stomach as if it was about to burst out of such a hard laughing—so he then was getting to the exit on his tiptoes, fast and swift, as the laughter now abruptly stopped and Trinat hastily was trying to open up the locked door—but was caught by the scuff and stopped, fearing what would happen next

"Yo a tough guy, ah?" asked the waiter in such a drawl and sing-song manner Trinat only now noticed they actually had such a melodic and nice voice—but they just chuckled once and winked to him, who was now looking fearfully at them, putting him on the ground and leading to the coach again

"So", drawled they throwing themself on it, "yo wanna hear mo' 'bout me, right? Well... Where to begin? Am just an experimental language recognizin', imitatin', and constructin' human-made, but hybrid-serving for now AI... Nochin' special, Ah assure ya"

"So... That means: you can construct languages as well?"

The term was unfamiliar to him as he only could speak Lojban and English fluently, using Java only to write orders: beyond that, he knew nothing of languages and how they functioned—but guessed it was possible to create one when one had the knowledge he personally lacked. The waiter only shook their head a bit from side to side, with a wide warm smile, and replied, "Yea, an' it take much less time dan sixty-odd year, for instance"

"And how many languages you can speak then?"
"All of da documented ones, natural an' constructed—"
"W-w-what?! And h-how much is t-that?"
"Around eight chousand"