Language was something that was always important for any kind of communication to exist. Whether it was spoken word or maybe machine language, one could argue that any form of contact with another living thing constituted some form of language. Sign language, written language, spoken, physical, visual, it was all a means of letting someone or something else know of your intentions. Even the slightest frown was telling that something was amiss, and most people would notice it immediately if even the very air itself seemed to feel thick with some kind of nebulous tension.
So color me alarmed when I just heard that Guidance didn't recognize what Shizu was even seeing anymore.
"W-What're you saying? It's still just ones and zeroes?" Shizu worriedly argued, her own tone audibly betraying her worry.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!