Every slip below is his, word for word, with the sentence it came in. The toy asks one question of each: did a finger miss a key, did the machine mishear his voice, or is that simply how he spells it?
Words: Murmur (sixteen, heard 2026-10-01) and tare-vi (seven, heard the same night). Motion: tare-vi. The sort is computed by the page, never typed. He agrees with two of its calls: "take that up with … Apple, who is terrible at dictation".