human
My God, Eric, how did you do it?
gpt
All right, is it?
human
You're his twin; no, you're himself! If I'd had a drink to-day I'd be sure I was seeing double. How on earth--you had no make-up, no time--
gpt
I've trained all the little muscles in my face--muscles you others don't even know you have. Started when I was a kid, then made a good living at it, acting. Comes in handy now, damn handy. I can make anything of my face, and hold it forever if I have to. Chink, Russ--anything. Distort my limbs too, and change my voice. That won't be necessary now. Simple, but it takes a lot of practice.
human
Now, out with the Russ and my clothes. Don't leave a bit, if you value my life.
gpt
You're going to pass yourself off as this man? You've got your nerve with you!
human
Exactly. The cubby-hole was clear now.
gpt
Now take that spanner, and bang me over the head. Not too hard; I don't want a cracked skull, only a splashed scalp. Then pile me where it will seem I crashed against a projection of some kind when the grapples took hold. That bunk edge will do. Batten the hatch, and cast off the grapples. I hope their automatic control is still working, otherwise my scheme's gaflooey.
human
Good luck, Eric,