human
Thiohero!
gpt
I listen, my elder brother,
human
You shall take a trade-rifle, move out one hundred paces to the west, and halt all who come. And fire on any who refuse to halt.
gpt
I listen,
human
You shall call to us if you need us.
gpt
I continue to listen.
human
And if there comes a wagon, then you shall take the horses by the head and lead them this way until the fire shines on their heads. Go, little sister.