The only way I can see it is if somehow it's either that, or something happens here that puts me there. [Like your boyfriend of three months asks you to come along for the sake of your yet to be created children, maybe. But considering all the things that keep them trapped here, it's not that hard to believe that maybe they can go home again, or more specifically, to a different home than they started.]
Because there's no way I'd get knocked up here. This place has code-condoms going on. [Just wouldn't happen.] And even if it did somehow, I mean... still nothing would happen. You can't... create life. It's more likely that - that it'd crash something. [The last four words come out after a pause, at a gradually slowing pace. It's... an interesting thought.]