human
No, indeed, I said gravely.
gpt
Nothing about your material being, but a treatise upon your spiritual nature. I was reading an old school book that I found among my forgotten relics--a book about the Divinity of the House of Hohenzollern.
human
Oh, how jolly! chuckled the Countess.
gpt
How very funny that I never thought before that you, Herr von Armstadt, were once taught all those delightful fables.
human
And once believed them too,
gpt
Oh, dear me, replied the Countess, with a ponderous sigh,
human
You are not quite Junoesque,
gpt
The more reason you should use your science, Herr Chemist, to aid me to recover my goddess form.
human
What are you folks talking about?
gpt
About our divinity, my dear,
human
But do you feel that it is really necessary, I asked,
gpt
It surely must be. Suppose your own heredity had proven tricky--it does sometimes, you know--and you had been found incapable of scientific thought. You would have been deranked and perhaps made a record clerk--no personal reflections, but such things do happen--and if you now were filing cards all day you would surely be much happier if you could believe in our divinity. Why else would you submit to a loveless life and the dull routine of toil? Did not all the ancients, and do not all the inferior races now, have objects of religious worship?
human
Quite so, replied the over-plump goddess,
gpt
You might even have to work,
human
My dear Herr Chemist, she said in sugary tones,
gpt
But to me it seems a little gross,
human
Not at all; on the contrary, it is a master stroke of science and efficiency--inferior creatures must worship; they always have and always will--then why waste the worship?