"Yeah, exactly. So like your school, just globally accessible." Desmond's aware of how lucky he was, being in that time, since he loved technology. He spent three lifetimes in the heads of his ancestors who were from centuries ago, while his brain was hooked into an advanced computer system that made it possible in the first place. "Groups and schools still do have their own kind of networks for things, but it's readily available for anyone who knows how to bypass internet security." You know. Like him.

Desmond nods. "I mean, I'm from a city area, so it's easier for me, but there are definitely towns on earth that are too far away from civilization and don't have the same access. They can't have radio signals that far, or phones." He personally hadn't been to one of those, even the order farm was not so private that it lacked advanced technology. They needed it too much.

"Monsters." He raises an eyebrow. "I think he's mentioned that before, and how you're mercenaries back home. I'm a fellow child soldier." Desmond thinks that's the smartest way to put it, without any judgment. He isn't exactly jumping for joy that he was learning how to kill at five, and he wouldn't want it for others, but it's how it is. "I was raised in a group that put a weapon in your hand as soon as you could lift it."