Titles are Silly and I am Protesting
an excerpt

"Hello, Dianna. Nice to see you again." he said as he walked to a chair on the balcony, sitting near a display screen and input panel.
There was a strange noise similar to a voice, except it seemed to speak in a five part harmony, one of which was so deep it made everything in the room vibrate slightly. The language was one of pure meaning, of ideas manifest. Any mortal who tried to understand it would promptly have their head explode, from the sudden rush of information all at once. So would a minor god, for that matter. Techraloris, on the other had, understood perfectly.
"Yes, it's a worrisome situation. I'd merely like to know what exactly is going on, since everyone else is being so convert about it. Besides, there were a few things I wanted to modify in your kernel libraries for a while." Techraloris said. "By the way? You should check your output files for consistancy. You seem to be speaking with a bit of a lisp this afternoon."