Hearing it out of the ship cements some things in Bruce's head; the way the phonetic written language made non-audio learning possible, at least, but it begins to click over rapidly now that he can actually listen. As far as he knows, the scout ship never projected anything besides English to him or any other earthbound visitors, but it wasn't surprising. Zod's worldwide message in search of Kal-El had been adaptive, and so it was no great stretch to discover the tech is standard in Kryptonian craft. They had been exploring to make colony worlds. A vital tool. (In subjugation?)
Better than the ship, is hearing Clark. To Bruce's ear he has no reason to be self-conscious— what he lacks in practice in he makes up for in natural inclination. Bruce can hear how correct it is, how effortless, all of his genetics primed to make those sounds, form those words.
"Run through the Kryptonian letter-system," he repeats, mimicking Clark, and when the computer begins to comply, he says, "Correct my grammar."
Immediately, the computer complies. Bruce shoots Clark a look. Another echo, "We should come up with a song."
The computer informs him that he's actually said 'come up with' as in, 'climb higher', and offers phrases to replace it based on intent.
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Better than the ship, is hearing Clark. To Bruce's ear he has no reason to be self-conscious— what he lacks in practice in he makes up for in natural inclination. Bruce can hear how correct it is, how effortless, all of his genetics primed to make those sounds, form those words.
"Run through the Kryptonian letter-system," he repeats, mimicking Clark, and when the computer begins to comply, he says, "Correct my grammar."
Immediately, the computer complies. Bruce shoots Clark a look. Another echo, "We should come up with a song."
The computer informs him that he's actually said 'come up with' as in, 'climb higher', and offers phrases to replace it based on intent.
"Pretty good, for not being a Duolingo owl."
"Correction error."
"Mm."