I don't have a microphone.
The speech recognition software, as far as I can tell, feeds on whatever random background stimulus it has--maybe my CD player, I don't know what--and tries to decide what I meant to say. The result is strangely like a ouija board's cryptic messages. Here's a particularly long, involved one that I got while my boss was looking over my shoulder as I edited a document for her:
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I was really reluctant to get back to my work, as this electronic spectre seemed to be making some genuine efforts at communication.