[ he nods as he listens, offers to the explanation of the device, ]

We have something like it at home.

[ he hadn't dreamed himself with his hand terminal, and so his hadn't arrived here with him. funny to think he might've had his music library, at least, if so. (not that he can fault cosima's taste in music.)

there's something a little creepy about the idea of the fade building things, making approximations of their belongings. mostly because of how it reminds him of the protomolecule, shredding spaceships and humans and their minds alike, carefully, to reconfigure and use them as building blocks. he'd put his theory of them being one and the same a long time ago, but the comparison right now is undeniable.

what he says aloud, though, is, ] Well, I appreciate the Fade trying to keep me alive.

[ then, more seriously, looking from the iphone to her, ]

I do know. But I think you might be onto something. It makes more sense than anything else I can think of.