Holden: You're in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of a sudden you look down...
Leon: What one?
Leon: What desert?
Holden: It doesn't make any difference what desert, it's completely hypothetical.
Leon: But, how come I'd be there?
Holden: Maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself. Who knows? You look down and see a server, Leon. It's serving web pages
Leon: Server? What's that?
Holden: You know what a computer is?
Leon: Of course!
Holden: Same thing.
Leon: I've never seen a computer... But I understand what you mean.
Holden: You reach down and install Microsoft Windows on it, Leon.
Leon: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden? Or do they write 'em down for you?
Holden: The server lays on its back, its case baking in the hot sun, thrashing its hard drive trying to boot up, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.
Leon: What do you mean, I'm not helping?
Holden: I mean: you're not helping! Why is that, Leon?
[Leon has become visibly shaken]
Holden: They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test, designed to provoke an emotional response... Shall we continue?
Holden: Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about... Systemd.
Leon: Let me tell you about Systemd.
[Leon shoots Holden with a gun he had pulled out under the table]