human
Very well,
gpt
Of course.
human
Burr's driving you to your death. Is it because you tried to kill him earlier? Did you get his Martian secret?
gpt
You didn't get it. Ermine sighed.
human
That's unfortunate. I'll have to take steps.
gpt
Under the By-Laws, Sollenar said,
human
I cry _laissez faire_.
gpt
There's a bench, Sollenar said.
human
Let's sit down.
gpt
As you wish.
human
What is it, Mr. Sollenar?
gpt
I want your help. You advised me on what Burr had. It's still in his office building, somewhere. You have resources. We can get it.
human
For a partnership in my affairs could you do more?
gpt
Money? Ermine tittered.
human
For me? Do you know the conditions of my employment?
gpt
It's not a legend, Mr. Sollenar. It's quite true. We of our office must spend a year, after the nerve surgery, learning to walk without the feel of our feet, to handle objects without crushing them or letting them slip, or damaging ourselves. Our mundane pleasures are auditory, olfactory, and visual. Easily gratified at little expense. Our dreams are totally interior, Mr. Sollenar. The operation is irreversible. What would you buy for me with your money?
human
What would I buy for myself?
gpt
Your despair is your own, Mr. Sollenar. I have official business with you.
human
I judge physical interference to be unwarranted at this time. But matters must remain so that the IAB members involved with you can recover the value of their investments in EV. Is that perfectly clear, Mr. Sollenar? You are hereby enjoined under the By-Laws, as enforced by the Special Public Relations Office. He glanced at his watch.
gpt
Notice was served at 1:27 AM, City time.
human
Sollenar said.
gpt
City time.