Your hand caresses the cool keyboard, the keys a soft, yielding, springing feel under your fingertips that rise back with each push, each stroke sparking an electric current right through to the core of the thinking machine.

A finger, pressing down, and it's displayed for all the world to see, the true character on the face of the monitor - a slave to your desires, your thoughts. Another press, and another sign shown eagerly. A melodic sound of flesh playing along plastic and soon it's written all over, sensual words on the mute screen.

It can't speak, but it loves your every touch.