Human eyes were less efficient, but Moya's memory banks worked as well as before, despite the limitation in size. (Density must have been increased in the neural network, or the size of each neuron must have decreased without decreasing cognitive ability) Continuing visual logs confirmed that this face had been seen inside Potts Tower. There was a small possibility for error, and visual logs did not come with other forms of identification. Memory recall for public conversations was not socially acceptable among humans, Moya had learned roughly, before. It was like before. Listen, not talk.
"I am Moya," she exchanged names, a tradition common to many cultures. Lifting up the material, which felt as though it was made from the tanned hide of a cow, Moya smelled it then licked it. Yes, the earth animal known as cow. She had smelled beef before, and it was definitely cow, if not a muscle mass. It didn't smell like the statues in the city, but those weren't real cows. "I am not hurt," she replied, "Why are there clothes on the street? I have not observed this phenomenon before."