A bit of time passed, seeming like forever to jo, without customers that needed her. The robot was handling everything for her, and finding that today was going to be one of those days where the robot takes care of everything, inched the book back closer and watched the last few words- and the strange rune, fade in. She read it, picking up her pen and tapping the ink-less end on her lips as she thought. 

'It could be just a weird type of messaging system... Maybe like a walkie-talkie, but with words?' She thought, narrowing her eyes at it. 'It seems I'm writing to a person through it instead of writing to a computer.' She put her pen tip down on the paper, pausing for a moment to think about what to write in response.

" _I've seen some books that were tablets in disguise, so that's what I meant by brand. But, I know for a fact that this isn't magic. Magic isn't real. It's probably just some strange technology someone invented._" She paused, thinking some more, tapping the pen in the margins. 
"_I'm as clueless as you are, I think, about this book. All I know about it is that it looks weird, everything is blank, and I'm contacting someone that isn't a computer, or a robot. Or maybe, one of those fancy, "Human-like" robots._" She paused again, finding the use of language in the previous message to be intriguing. 

"_I figured. Treason is usually punished with death. But I don't know of any place with a king of any kind. Do you mean your president? Or... Maybe a dictator?_" She asked, her eyes catching on the strange rune. "_As for my loyalties, I'm not particularly for or against anyone. Except, maybe, unfair rulers. But believe me, I'm not a political threat in the least. The best I can do is vote, and pray that the majority votes with me, if I want something in the government to change._" She moved down a line, feeling like she was making an intense block of words. 

"_Also, what is that thing? This one,_" She drew an arrow pointing to the rune, with some question marks around it. "_It looks like something that the "wrong crowd" used to draw in their notebooks, and wear on their shirts. And, also, how come you're writing so formally?_" She had so many questions, but, feeling like she might overwhelm the recipient, whatever it was, she drew a line under her words to signify that she was done. As she waited, she stood at the counter, waiting, and somewhat hoping, for someone to need her to do her job.