There is a strange woman sitting at one of the tables at the soup kitchen, writing at a desk. Both the non-volunteer adult and the expensive electronic device are very out of place.
"...I guess I'm not sure," she says thoughtfully. "It might depend on why people puke in zero-g."
"Yeah. And whether people puke in airplanes because it's like being in zero-g or for some other unrelated reason."
"Yeah. Maybe we'll learn that kind of thing at school."
"If not we can look it up probably."
"Mhm. I wonder what it'll be like, there."
"Interesting, I bet."
"Well, yeah, but I mean specifically."
"What is it like to be a battle school?" he says, and giggles.
"—oh, it's something I heard from my dad, there's this philosopher or something who said that it's impossible for a person to know what it is like to be a bat—"
"Ohh. That makes sense."