He tapped the rheostat. “Right now, you’re yelling at a crowded bar. Turn this down—not your voice. You’ll have to speak closer and clearer. But the reward? Silence between words.”
“It’s a matter of signal , not strength,” said old Santos, the chief engineer, floating past with a cup of nutrient paste. “Your voice is gold, Chen. The hiss of your suit’s air recycler is garbage. Mic sensitivity is about teaching the machine to know the difference.” how to turn down mic sensitivity
Lina smiled, adjusted her mic one last time, and said softly: “Loud doesn’t mean heard. Clean does.” He tapped the rheostat