human
You're not a Far Planets man, she said.
gpt
How come you know about me?
human
Don't you remember me, Lyddy? Then he cursed himself; first because he didn't want her to remember him as he had been; second, because he knew every man who'd ever slept with her--or a woman like her--would ask the same question. And, of course, she'd have the standard answer, something like
gpt
Why, of course I remember you, honey. I'm just not good at names.
human
No, dear, I'm afraid I don't remember you, she said. Then a tiny frown gathered on her smooth forehead.
gpt
Seems to me I would've, though. When did I meet you?
human
Oh, years ago! I was just a kid!