I grew up in a kitchen. You can look all you want, but only a fool goes touching things without asking.

[ And he starts to walk up and down the ropes, looking at how they seem to be put together, how they go into the boxes. And he takes a little more time figuring out what the boxes actually are. Then, carefully, he puts his hand to one of the boxes and starts looking with his mind's eye, looking for the electricity, figuring out where it goes and what it does, following the sparks and the strange information, the way it... processes. Yes. All right. He's started getting it.

He even manages to follow it inside, like he's sending his shadow, down into the wire before really getting a handle on it. He looks back up at Amos. ]

So it's like a mind in there. Taking things in, putting them together. With this lightning spark acting like a signal code. And-

[ He steps over to look at the wires now. ]

These are more like small tunnels, through which the messages go but also more of the spark. Electricity. Letting the two minds talk to one another.

And like two people, they can come up with something that one alone could not.

[ He turns back to Amos. ]

Something like that?