He chuckled, "T'ey all got diff'rent names but mosta us can't pronounce 'em. Heard Bill get close, know Petit can make a few of t'eir sounds, but is like tryin' to speak dolphin or somet'in'." He took another drag of his cigarette and mused to himself. "Bill taught his how to type, know t'at much. Logan was teachin' ours Morse code." He shrugged, "But t'ey have a more effective way of speakin'. It's a language of emotion. Of mental images. Memories." He shrugged one shoulder and stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles.
He half wondered why people didn't speak like that, themselves. It made more sense, but then again, people liked lying, and you couldn't lie about emotions or mental images.