The sphere slides aside, revealing a narrow passage that opens into a chamber of echoes. A whisper moves across the room, answering questions you have not asked. The voice is neither near nor far, neither friend nor foe — and it waits for you to name it.
Question:
I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with the wind. What am I?
“Hint: It never starts a chat, but it’s very good at repeating you. Like a budget parrot.”