[Don automatically moves one knee to catch the computer, and one of his arms somehow winds up behind Robert's back as the two of them try to occupy the same space in front of the screen, and his other hand dances over his keyboard, entering commands. Technology may have changed, but the psychology of the users hasn't, and it's intuitively obvious to him how to control the interface. Within seconds he has brought up a list of available programs.]
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