"Please, follow me." This is not the first time Zenyatta has brought someone to the sitting area, and he doubts it will be the last time. He nods and walks toward the sitting area on the same floor. Taking a crossed legged seat in a chair, Zenyatta tilts his head to the side and gives the young man his full attention.

"Did Yoda teach C-3PO about the true self? Did Spielberg then write about it?"

Zenyatta is, to be honest, just piecing together what tiny bits of information he has and forming a sentence... even if it is algorithms placing nouns and verbs in grammatically correct places without much concern for facts. He knows he may sound ridiculous. Zenyatta does not mind. His curiosity and his desire to put the other at ease takes precedence.