What the machine says sits in a near-white cloud with rounded ends: dark ink, a cell of air around it, no ruled lines through it, code blocks on their own dark ground inside it. The pro instructions ask for plain prose — short sentences, one idea each, no headings or bold or lists unless the items are truly parallel. And the catalog module learns to prefer newer: the newest model in the provider's list, and a remembered family moved up to its newest release the day one appears.