human
Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space Service, but that doesn't give him the right to come blasting up here on a supply rocket just to get you pregnant!
gpt
I'm sure the thought never entered his mind, doctor. I know it never entered mine.
human
But that was two and a half months ago! Why didn't you come to me before this? Of all the tom-fool--
gpt
I didn't know, she had said stolidly.
human
You know my medical record.
gpt
I know. I know. A puzzled frown had come over his face then, a frown which almost hid the green eyes that contrasted so startlingly with the flaming red of his hair.
human
The question is: what do we do next? We're not equipped for obstetrics up here.
gpt
Send me back down to Earth, of course.
human
Lieutenant Britton, it is my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a general practitioner, either! Why, I wouldn't let you get into an airplane, much less land on Earth in a rocket! If you think I'd permit you to subject yourself to eight gravities of acceleration in a rocket landing, you're daffy!