["Fresh" in his mind would have been generous even five minutes after the presentation; that thing made less sense than a chemistry class! It'd been all Leon could do not to fall asleep during the complicated parts (all parts. that had been all parts). But for once, he gets everything Athena says; it finally clicks with him in a way it hadn't even started to at the presentation. He glances around to make sure they still aren't attracting attention--they're not--and then focuses on her more thoughtfully.]

I dunno, like, what's weirder to believe? That we're all code or that that alien you just threw at me was a real alien? Ain't those both total science fiction? I dunno what to think! But--I don't feel like code. I don't even know what feelin' like code feels like, so how could I feel that way?