human
Turn it off!
gpt
A second more--,
human
What did you do to me?
gpt
You did it to yourself, Paul reminded him.
human
That's your own feedback pulse just beefed up a little, remember. How did it feel?
gpt
Terrible! No wonder a guy dodges that. It's enough to make him wreck a space station to avoid the full blast of it.
human
What would you call it?
gpt
I don't know--, Holt hesitated.
human
Grief, maybe. Regret--anxiety. But regret, mostly, I guess.
gpt
That's your feedback, Paul said as he removed the terminals and turned to the others.
human
These feedback pulses we've isolated are nothing but stabs of pure emotion.