human
We have to move out of here or we'll never get out, he said.
gpt
There's a Martian sandstorm coming this way. It should hit in about fifteen minutes. This will be the last flight. Then nothing will get off the ground until it blows over. May last for days.
human
But what about that cadet? asked the man nearest to the sergeant.
gpt
What if he shows up?
human
Just about all the passengers for this flight are aboard now, growled the sergeant.
gpt
Besides, do you see him anywhere?
human
Naw.
gpt
Then get your gear and pile on the truck outside, ordered the sergeant,
human
Spaceman Wilson!
gpt
Seat fourteen, berth twelve!
human
Hey you!