Not much of that information makes much sense to Wash, except maybe the first line. He stares at the phone for a few long moments, trying to make some sense of it, before then looking up at the other's helmet, squinting slightly behind his visor.

"A closed system?" He repeats aloud. "Exported?" Those terms make his mind go one place. And it's...kind of a place he's not the most comfortable going right now--it's kind of cool, if he's right, but at the same time, it makes him wary after... Well. After what happened back home.

"Are you... By any chance, are you an artificial intelligence?" He finally asks. He has to ask. It makes sense with the way the guy talks--or rather, the terms he uses and his definition of space. Plus, only AIs keep that kind of track of time.