[ He doesn't feel the hand on his shoulder, but he's aware of the other man's closeness — clocking that he's actually being touched. There's a brief moment of panic at the contact. Being touched is... difficult. He's protected by layers of clothing, enough to hide body heat, or lack thereof — prays it's enough. But he's uncomfortable for a long moment, too uncomfortable to say anything, as he tries to grapple with the question. ]

It's... like a— [ Oh, Christ. How does he describe the internet—? Does anyone actually know what the internet even is? It isn't even something you can touch, it's just... there. ]

A network—? I guess. Connecting the whole world. [ That kind of sounds right?? ] You can do things on it. Read, listen to music, watch videos, talk to people, buy things.