AN: So long... and no real excuse. It's not perfect, but I don't want to delay more than I already have. Anyway, I wanted to tell drinker that some of the points he raised in his review will be answered as they'll come up later in the characters' talks. On a slightly similar note, anyone who has a question they want answered should leave a signed review and enable PMs. Now, I've made you wait long enough, so...

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Love&Magic - 1: Let's talk

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Nanoha was a bundle of nerves.

After shooting her wanna-be assailant, or rather, after Raising Heart had shot her wanna-be assailant, she had slammed the door shut and proceeded to panic about accidentally showing her magic and possibly hurting an 'innocent' person.

"I'm gonna get court marshalled, I won't be able to be a teacher, they'll send me to clean admiral Crowbel's toilet and she'll make me into her paper-pusher slave..."

Despite knowing she needed to calm her down, Fate couldn't help staying back and looking at the auburn haired girl fretting about how she 'screwed up'. She was just so cute!

Shaking her head to clear her mind, lest Nanoha found out what she had just thought and took offense, Fate stepped forward and hugged her from behind.

"Nanoha, calm down. You just acted in self-defence, no one will punish you for bringing up a shield, even if trying to cover up the whole magic business is going to be somewhat complicated."

"Eh.. What if it wasn't just a shield?" the shorter girl asked guiltily. "What if Raising Heart-"

[I acted as master mentally commanded.] If a mechanical voice could sound indignant it'd sound like Nanoha's device did right then and there.

"Ok, what if I used a divine shooter on that person?" On the brighter side, Nanoha didn't sound like she was having a panic attack anymore, although the slightly annoyed tone wasn't necessarily a good change.

"What?" the blonde asked worriedly. "Nanoha, that wasn't really... I mean, a divine shooter? Isn't that a little excessive?"

"Fate-chan," the auburn haired girl objected, "I'm a seventeen years old hormonal teenager who was hit by puberty like a starlight breaker, I'm on my honeymoon with my incredibly beautiful and sexy wife whom I love with all my heart, it's late at night and we were this close to do what married couples do, when they banged on the door and tried to attack me as soon as I opened. Excuse me if I was slightly annoyed and may have responded with a bit more force than I'd usually employ."

Fate blinked at Nanoha's tirade about the offenses against her conjugal rights. Maybe Hayate wasn't all that wrong when she said that, after being a blissfully oblivious child, Nanoha's libido, recently awakened in her teenager years, was going to fry her brain.

More importantly, though, in between her frustrated rant the blue eyed angel had managed to mix in a couple of declarations and implications that made Fate tighten her arms around the other girl.

"Do you really think that about me? And you love me with all your heart?" she whispered softly as she hugged the shorter girl.

"Do you really need to ask, Fate-chan?" Nanoha huffed even as she felt her cheeks coloring while leaning back more into her embrace.

"I like to hear it," was the honest reply.

Turning around to be able to see her newly wed wife, Nanoha answered, "I think you're beautiful and sexy, and I love you more than words can say."

Fate's reaction melted her heart. The way she smiled brightly, her cheeks gaining a deep blush, and those gorgeous burgundy eyes that were once upon a time full of sadness were now radiating pure and unadulterated joy. The knowledge she could bring such happiness to Fate by simply being honest about her own feelings was exhilarating.

"Come on, kiss. Kiss!"

"Yeah, kiss! Kiss!"

Both girls, who had admittedly been thinking to do just that, froze at hearing the two voices coming from the stairs to the upper floor where Graham and the Liese twins had their bedrooms. Turning, they could see the two cat familiars, conveniently in the form of two human children with cat-ears and tails, who were spurring them on.

"Aria, Lotte, be good," Graham himself reprimanded them as he was coming down the stairs. "Fate, Nanoha, we heard some noises as if there was a commotion. Is everything alright?"

"Ye- No," Nanoha answered trying to compose herself. "Uhm, there might be a problem with some people outside. When I opened the door a guy tried to do... something that looked a lot like a magical attack, actually... weird... Anyway, I might have reacted with a little more force than necessary."

"I see," he said noncommittally. "We'd better make sure about what the situation is, who that person is, what he tried to do and why, and whatever he was injured. I have a feeling that the people outside have something to do with the magical irregularities we've been picking up the last few weeks, in which case it's likely they'll try to cover this whole affair up. Unless, of course, they decide to try to find out how Nanoha managed to utterly humiliate one of them."

It was hard to say for certain but, judging by the Liese twins' grins after their master's last declaration, it seemed like Graham was taking some kind of personal satisfaction in the knowledge that a TSAB mage could wipe the floor with whoever these people were. Probably it was some kind of patriotic feeling from the former TSAB admiral, although, since the man was actually originally from Earth and not Mid-Childa, one could argue that it was a somewhat twisted logic.

With the self-assurance only a man of Gil Graham's power -and appearance, really he had an imposing figure despite his age- could have, he calmly walked to the door and opened it with his twin familiars, now looking like two normal young adults, just a step behind him, flanking him. Those two changed from a form to the other so fast, so often, Nanoha was starting to feel motion sickness.

When the door opened, the first thing Nanoha took notice of was the absence of the hooded people from before, and not only them. Everyone had disappeared off somewhere except two men, one of which had his hand raised as if he had been about to knock. Peeping behind them, she noticed that the guy she had accidentally blasted away had disappeared too.

"Good evening," Graham greeted calmly.

"Er... Ah, yes, good evening Mr. Graham," the red haired man said lowering his hand. "I am Arthur Weasley, and this is Arnold Peasegood. We apologize for the late hour, but as you might have noticed there have been some problems and we'd like to make sure no one was hurt." His eyes darted to the auburn haired girl with the side ponytail who was looking around the clearing behind him.

"Yes, I tend to notice when someone causes a ruckus on my doorstep. May I know why someone tried to attack one of my niece's best friends in the middle of the night?" he asked sharply.

His intimidation tactic, however, was somewhat trampled on by Nanoha butting into the conversation. "Excuse me, where did that guy that... uhm, you know... the one that was mysteriously blasted away... is he alright?"

'She's way too honest to make a good liar,' Fate thought fondly after hearing Nanoha's rather pathetic attempt at covering up her responsibility in said "blasting".

"Ah, yes, yes. Nothing serious, you don't need to worry, he's... being taken care of," the red haired man answered with an awkward smile.

"That's good," Graham interjected. "You seem very informed about what's going on tonight, so could you tell us who that man was and what was he trying to do here?"

However, before Arthur Weasley could even attempt to give him an explanation, a blur launched itself at the one called Arnold and snatched the stick the latter was holding in his hand. Arthur Weasley had barely started to lift his own wand when the older man's voice thundered, "Aria!"

One of the two short haired brunette who had been standing behind him just a second before straightened up and looked back at him from her new position in front of Arnold Peasegood with his wand in her hand. Mr. Weasley had no idea how she could have moved so fast. Unless she used magic of course, of course. Maybe the mystery of how that suspect ex-Dead Eater had been knocked out wasn't so mysterious after all.

"I'm sorry father," Aria said hearing the reprimand in Graham's tone. "He was trying to do something to you with this," she explained her reaction while waving the wand in the air.

"Uhm," Nanoha interjected not liking the tense atmosphere, "why don't we all calm down and try to talk it through?"

Only the Liese twins and Fate saw Graham's lips twitch, probably remembering what happened every time someone didn't listen to the blue eyed girl. Nanoha was a really sweet girl but destruction tended to fall upon whoever refused to talk with her when asked, and the retired former admiral didn't want to test how well he could take one of her attacks.

"That's a good idea, if you could please refrain from further attacks and come in?" He moved back to let the two men in.

After a brief introduction in which everyone became familiar with the others' names, Fate said she'd make some tea and turned towards the kitchen with a small gentle smile.

"Lotte, go with her and make sure she hasn't picked up any of Lindy's habits, I won't stand for my tea to be mistreated like that under my roof," Graham whispered while Aria handed him Arnold's wand after the man and his companion had entered the house.

Said two men curiously eyed him as well as Nanoha, who had made a weird expression at those words, then settled down on the couch when they were invited to sit. There was a pause as all presents gathered their thoughts, then the man who had lost his stick to Aria broke the silence.

"Mr. Graham, before anything else I'd like to apologize for my behavior, however I intended no harm. Also, forgive me, but I have to ask if you could return me my wand, I'm sure you'll understand..."

"Of course, and I myself apologize if my child has reacted more forcefully than necessary." Nanoha raised an eyebrow at how Graham had addressed his familiar. Maybe Hayate had taken the habit of referring to the wolkenritters as her children from him... or maybe it was the other way around.

"However," Graham continued to speak, "if you'd be so kind as to tell me exactly what it was you were trying to do to me before Aria stopped you, I'd be more at ease when handing your wand back to you."

/Fate-chan, they're talking all formal like,/ Nanoha whined using a telepathic link to communicate with her wife. Coming from a Japanese girl, not to say a military member, it was a rather absurd complaint, but the blonde refrained from pointing that out.

/Why do you think I offered to make tea? And before you accuse me of anything, I heard what Gil said and saw the face you made./

/Mou, Fate-chan! What happened to the sweet girl I married?/ It was almost possible to hear her pout.

/She was corrupted by the devil?/ Fate playfully answered.

/My memories of our first night picture a rather different situation,/ Nanoha remarked, feeling the instant embarrassment those words caused to the blonde.

As much as she enjoyed a playful banter with her red eyed angel, however, she focused back on the talk the three men sitting in the living room were having. Nanoha noticed that the red haired man was eying curiously everything in sight as if every piece of furniture was a wonder.

"So you wanted to... obliviate us, was it? Basically deleting our memories of what just happened tonight in order to protect the secret of the existence of magic," Graham summarized.

"Yes, I'm an obliviator and it's my job to modify the memories of muggles who witness the use of magic," Arnold Peasegood explained fidgeting in his seat. "Once again I apologize for my hasty actions, but I was in no way informed that you or your guests were magically aware."

"Comprehensible, we ourselves were unaware of your knowledge as I've just moved back to England recently after spending years abroad where my niece lives." It was a nice blend of half truths and lies by omission, but he couldn't really say he had been on another world. "Nanoha and Fate, also live there and are actually here on vacation for the first time." He handed back the wand to his owner as Fate and Lotte came back with tea for everyone.

"Still, it was a really crude oversight for us," the wizard said after pocketing his wand and thanking Lotte who had poured him his cup of tea. "Many organizational problems could have been avoided if only we had been aware of your knowledge of Magic."

Nanoha took some form of comfort in the fact Fate was now beside her while the men continued their velvety talk. She herself preferred to be more direct, and although her work had taught her that sometimes it was necessary to be more subtle, she couldn't help finding it mind-numbing. It was a great relief for her that Gil Graham was taking care of the whole affair, also because she was starting to get sleepy.

"Forgive me Mr. Graham," the red headed man interjected, his eyes still roaming the room curiously, "but I can't spot a single magical item and this hardly looks like the home of a wizard. Are you by any chance an expert of muggle culture?"

Fate, who unlike Nanoha was paying attention to the conversation, frowned at the unfamiliar word.

A glance at Graham confirmed that whatever 'muggle' was, the word itself was a specific term used exclusively by these people.

After all the TSAB translation program, which Bardiche had installed like any other active intelligent device, allowed her to speak the English language as if it was her mother language, using their connection to actually implant that knowledge directly in her brain. It had been the same with Japanese when she first came to Earth to look for the Jewel Seeds.

"Excuse me," she interrupted giving an apologetic smile to the two men and trying not to giggle at Nanoha almost jumping at the sound of her voice. "Pardon my ignorance, but who or what are muggles?"

"It's how we call the people with no magical ability," Mr. Weasley answered. "I suppose it's not a word you could have learned without coming in contact with the British magical community. By the way, where did you say you are from? I really must say you don't seem to have any accent at all, your pronunciation is perfect."

"Thank you," Fate said, for once taking a compliment without blushing. The knowledge the compliment was aimed at something she hadn't actually done helped her there. "We're from-"

Once again, screams and yells from outside interrupted what was going on in Graham's living room.

"What is it now? The same people as before?" Nanoha asked with a frown. She didn't like the note of panic they could hear in the cries coming from outside.

Instead of answering, Arnold Peasegood stood up and moved to the window to look outside. The way he paled and started to tremble slightly wasn't reassuring at all, nor was the high pitch his voice acquired as he spoke.

"It can't be... Arthur! It's the Dark Mark!"

"What?" his companion said alarmed, worry and fear evident in his voice as he ran to stand beside him and look out himself. His reaction to what he saw was the same as the first man before both men literally disappeared with a loud crack.

The TSAB officers, past and present, plus two familiars blinked and looked at each other.

"Not very polite, are they?" Aria grumbled.

"With our luck, that was probably a world threat that just came up. I think it's better if we start contacting our superiors," Nanoha assessed with a face between exasperated and resigned.

Fate could only hug her and kiss the top of her head in a gesture that was in equal parts supportive and consoling.

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It took almost half an hour before the wizards showed up again. By then the tea had cooled and Nanoha had started to doze off with her head resting on Fate's shoulder. The good thing about their arrival was that they had the decency of knocking on the door rather than just teleport into the living room, fact that gave the auburn haired girl enough time to wake up and school her expression.

"Mr. Weasley, always a pleasure. Please come in, I hope you and your companions will stay a while longer this time. Lotte is already making some other tea." It was almost impossible to discern whatever or not Graham was being sarcastic in his greeting as he spoke with no inflection in his voice.

The group entering the living room was much more numerous and different from the two-men team Weasley and Peasegood had formed earlier. For starters, the latter wasn't present but in his place two other men had come with Mr. Weasley.

One was a gray-haired man who strangely enough was wearing a crisp suit and tie, not the most common or comfortable clothes to go camping in. The second man was a big contrast with the first, wearing long clothes with horizontal yellow and black stripes, he had short blond hair and blue eyes.

Neither of those two men were the ones who had immediately caught Fate's eyes, though. It was instead the three young teenagers who were standing close to Mr. Weasley, two boys and a girl. One of them had the same red hair of Arthur, and looked like he could be his son, the girl had bushy brown hair and the other boy had messy black hair and wore round glasses. All three of them looked disheveled and shaken and were wearing what Fate assumed were their pajamas, although considering what some of the weirdoes who had come camping in the last week wore -first of all that old guy in a woman's sleeping dress Nanoha had complained about earlier- she couldn't be sure they didn't go around like that habitually.

Nanoha couldn't hold back a smile as Fate shot a disapproving look at the three adults. She was always so soft with children, even ones who must have been only a few years younger than herself.

"Mr. Graham, let me introduce you Ludo Bagman, head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports," Mr Weasley said gesturing to the blond man with the bee-like clothes, "and Bartemius Crouch, head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation, who you should probably talk with since you've lived abroad for so long."

"Of course," Gil Graham agreed politely. "But first, may I assume that whatever emergency you had to face has been resolved? I remember hearing your colleague saying something about a dark mark..."

Nanoha noticed right away the deep frown Crouch made as well as the young girl's glare directed at him. She also realized that the three youngest didn't seem as upset as the adults.

"Yes, yes," Ludo Bagman spoke up. "Someone summoned You-Know-Who's mark."

"I'm afraid I don't," Graham said.

"You don't what?" Ludo Bagman asked, confused.

"Know who."

"Yeah, someone cast his mark in the sky."

"Whose mark?" the bearded ex-admiral asked once again.

"You-Know-Who!"

There was a pause as Gil Graham stared at the blond man with a child's face in the eyes. The silence stretched for a long moment before it was broken by the young boy with messy black hair.

"E-excuse me sir, Mr. Bagman means Voldemort." The adult wizards and the other two teenagers all gasped or shuddered when the boy said that name, but he ignored them. "Most prefer not to say his name and refer to him as You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"Well, that's a good way to create a lot of confusion," Graham commented. "Thank you for the explanation..." he trailed off waiting for the boy to introduce himself.

"Harry Potter, sir."

"Oh, yes, Harry is friends with my son, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, another friend," Mr Weasley said, apparently only now remembering he had dragged the three teenagers along. "I'm sorry about bringing them here but I didn't feel comfortable sending them to the tents on their own."

"It's no problem at all," Fate interjected. Then she turned to the two boys and one girl, "I'll go take some snacks for you to eat with your tea if you like?"

Was it wrong to get turned on by the sight of her wife acting all caring and motherly? It didn't really matter, in any case Nanoha couldn't have acted on it with so many people loitering around.

Aside from her Fate-chan-induced stupor, the blue eyed girl also noticed Harry start when he met Fate's eyes. Probably he was startled by their unusual, but oh so beautiful, red wine color.

"Anyway, I've been told that you've lived many years abroad and that, aside from your two daughters, your two guests are foreigners too," Bartemius Crouch spoke up, trying to get down to business.

"In fact," Graham agreed, "Fate and Nanoha are my niece's best friend. I'm putting them up for their holidays as they wanted to visit England."

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but Nanoha could just imagine bright neon signs saying 'everything is completely normal here' floating around Gil Graham as she listened to his explanation. It was what the TSAB had asked of them, the standard 'keep the otherworldly business to yourself' and 'unobtrusively look for potential dimensional threats while at it'. She almost missed Fate coming back with a tray of sweets and cookies too.

"Could you tell me who you talked with when you arrived on British lands?" It was clear that Crouch was already planning to fire whoever didn't pass along the information of five magically aware people running the campground where wizards and witches from all over the world were staying. The knowledge would have undoubtedly made his work that much easier after all.

"I'm afraid I must say I didn't contact anyone on either the girls' or my own arrival, we didn't know we had to. As a matter of fact, we didn't even know there was a magical community here."

All the TSAB agents, retired and not, observed calmly as their six guests collectively blinked and gave them disbelieving looks.

"You mean that your own government didn't bother to notify you of our presence? Preposterous! This is unacceptable. Where did you say you're from?" Nanoha almost rolled her eyes at the gray haired man indignation, but refrained from it when Fate squeezed her hand. Better not angering the man further.

"We're Japanese," Fate answered in her usual soft voice.

For the effect those three words had she could have shouted at the top of her lungs. Mr. Weasley gaped openly at them, Bagman spouted his tea and Crouch's eyes widened so much they looked ready to pop out of their sockets. At least the three teenagers -Harry, Ron and Hermione- looked as confused at the reaction as Graham, Fate and Nanoha felt. The Liese twins were just happy that they were leaning against the wall, well out of reach of any stray spray of liquid.

"Forgive me, but you wouldn't happen to have something stronger to drink? This has already been a long night and I doubt it'll be over any time soon, now," Crouch said tiredly, a hand covering his eyes and massaging his temples. "Of all the countries out there it just had to be Japan..."

"Hey!" Nanoha objected, irked at the slight against her home country.

"I meant no offense, really. At least that explains why you had no idea that an hidden world wide magical society exists."

"Because we're Japanese?" Fate asked a bit confused by the gray haired man's words.

"Indeed," Bagman excitedly barged into the conversation after cleaning the mess with his tea with a wave of his wand. "Japan is the only country without a magical government. We know of some little independent magical groups that live there, but the creation of a magical government there is impossible."

"Detection spells don't work there, it's like something disrupts them. We've been able to pick up some big magical signals occasionally, but tracking down individual wizards and witches is impossible," Crouch said more to himself than anyone else rubbing his chin. "As a result, magic usage cannot be monitored and, since Japanese witches and wizards hide themselves from everyone much like we do, they don't know about each other and are unable to band together. So, in the end, they continued to live among the muggles, disguising their powers, ignorant of the magical world at large."

"According to some rumors I've heard, some managed to successfully mix together magic and muggle techorologies," Mr. Weasley commented excitedly.

"Technologies," Hermione corrected him. "And you mean to say that there is no infrastructure at all? How can they manage to remain hidden like that?"

"Well, Japanese people are naturally discreet and have made a wonderful job of keeping magic hidden, just as much as the muggle population has made a wonderful job at ignoring anything bizarre," Crouch answered.

"I've heard of a guy who made a bet once," Ludo spoke up once again, merrily ignoring the glare Crouch shot him, "he walked down a street with a manticore on a leash, and no one stopped him or made any questions about it. The only time someone made a comment about it was when one of those muggle aurors-"

"A policeman," Hermione corrected the blond man while gesturing at him to continue. She looked like the kind of girl that craved knowledge.

"Yeah, a policemen told him that dogs weren't allowed in the mall he had tried to go in. Dogs!"

/Fate-chan, Japanese aren't that bad, are we?/

/The girl who, at the tender age of nine, picked up a talking ferret and hunted shiny stones of doom while keeping it all quiet, asked./

Nanoha sent her a murderous glare.

/I think of that as another adorable trait of yours,/ Fate continued smiling lovingly at her.

Nanoha seemed a bit more pleased and happy at that, but still looked a bit peeved as she kept glaring at no one in particular. Fate wished she'd stop, her glare was just as sexy as her smile, and it was way too distracting. Damn hormones.

"..a bit different, as some develop it in conjunction with martial arts," Crouch was answering another question Hermione had asked, even if he seemed to be talking to himself more than anything else. "Their culture also generally encourages meditation, and the few Japanese wizards I've had the privilege of meeting were exceptionally strong in the mind arts."

"But how does that work, if there's no magical organization then doesn't that mean that there are no magical schools there?"

"Indeed, as far as we know most magical knowledge is kept either in the family by those who know it, or passed down from teacher to disciple," Crouch answered yet again.

"Huh? Magical schools? As in schools were you learn magic?" Nanoha spoke up, now really interested in the subject, before, almost as a second thought, she added another question. "Wait, are you three students in a magic school then?"

"Uhm, yes, we attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we're all Gryffindors, about to start our fourth year," Hermione answered.

"Gry-what?" Nanoha asked frowning in confusion.

"Gryffindor, it's one of the four houses the student body is divided in, each named after one of the founders and standing for his or her values," was the textbook-like answer.

"Hey, speaking of Hogwarts, Barty don't you think…" Ludo Bagman was saying, his eyes sparkling like a child's as he tried to convey his thoughts to the other man without actually putting them into words. It wasn't necessary when Crouch did guess correctly what the blond man was thinking.

"Ludo, don't you think we already have enough to worry about?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Nonsense! When else will we have a chance like this? Besides most of the work is already done, a couple of people more won't do any difference to us and I'm sure Dumbledore has enough room. Wait a second, I'll call him." He stood up abruptly and left the room.

"Ludo! Excuse me," Crouch hastily said to the others in the living room as he put down his cup of tea and stood to chase after his colleague. "Ludo, listen to me!"

Their sudden leaving left all the others, wizards and TSAB mages alike, rather baffled, with the sole exception of Mr. Weasley who seemed to at least have a good idea of what was going on, although his frown indicated he wasn't completely sure. Or maybe, like Crouch, he didn't think that whatever Bagman had come up with was such a good idea. In any case, neither him nor his son and his friends noticed when Aria stealthily disappeared from the room.

"Dumbledore?" Graham inquired raising an eyebrow at Arthur Weasley.

"Albus Dumbledore, he's the headmaster at Hogwarts." Hermione beat everyone else at explaining it. "But I'm not sure what Mr Bagman was talking about..."

"Wait," the younger redhead, Ron, who had been enjoying the refreshments offered and mostly ignored the conversation till then, interrupted her. Fate visibly restrained herself from telling him not to talk while eating, it wasn't her place to reprimand him when his own father was in the room. "Wait, does this have anything to do with whatever you all hinted at that is going to happen at Hogwarts this year?"

Even the other boy, Harry, seemed just as curious despite keeping silent.

"I… ah… I'm really not supposed to say." Mr. Weasley discomfort obviously came from having to keep the info from his host rather than the teenagers.

"I understand." Gil said with a sigh. There was no point in pressuring the other man, not when it seemed he'd have answers as soon as the other two –or Aria at the very least- came back anyway. "Why don't you tell us what you can about your society while we wait? At the very least we'll have a better idea of the situation by the time your colleagues are back."

Mr. Weasley gave a little smile before, with the occasional help of the only girl in his group, he started to tell them about the wizarding world.

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TBC...

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ADDITIONAL NOTE: The TSAB translation program.

The translation program the TSAB incorporated in all active intelligent devices was the greatest commodity one could have when traveling. Even if one were to meet a population that spoke a language never heard before, the intelligent device would be able to use the program to interpret the general meaning of the words from the intent behind them and, with more exposure, would be able to completely learn the language and send the data back to TSAB's central Languages Databank -which was actually a subsidiary of the Infinite Library- where the info was stored. Every time a device underwent maintenance they also were provided with the knowledge of whatever new language had been added since the last synchronization to the Databank, so that, should it come in contact with one such language, it'd be able to instantly provide its owner with the full knowledge to talk it fluently. The best part of it, in fact, was that intelligent devices could use their connection with their wielders to implant the knowledge of the language directly in their brain, effectively allowing them to talk it as if it was their mother language.

However, for as great as such a program was, there were noticeable faults in it. As the program relied on hearing native speakers, it was completely useless to decipher dead languages that were no longer spoken and, more importantly, it was limited to the spoken part of a language and was of no help for the written part. Some languages, especially those used on administered planets, had their alphabets and rules on their writing system stored in the Language Databank and intelligent devices could read them if the situation arose, but they couldn't impart that same knowledge to their wielders. It's also worth of notice that there is a limit of implanting no more than five languages over six months, as more than that could damage the brain by data overload, also it's been proved that a previous study of the language lessens the stress on the brain. Finally, it must be noted that in time, much like any language learned in the traditional way through studying, if not used with a certain frequency the knowledge of a language would end up fading.