human
The antigrav, whispers B.
gpt
The Andite hasn't blown yet.
human
Ten minutes, says Mr. Yardo thoughtfully. He turns to me with sudden briskness.
gpt
What's that, Lizzie girl? A fish-boat? Good. We may need it. Let's have a look.
human
It's mine,
gpt
Now look--
human
Tailor made, I say.
gpt
You might get into it, though I doubt it. You couldn't work the controls.