human
I've been thinking--we're past thirty now and what do we have? A lease on a restaurant where nobody eats, and a time machine that doesn't work. She sighed.
gpt
And a drawerful of pawn tickets we'll never be able to redeem. My silver, my camera, my typewriter....
human
My microscope, my other equipment....
gpt
Uncle Johnson will have them for _his_ old age, she said sadly.
human
And we'll be lucky if we have _anything_.