human
Thank God! he breathed.
gpt
I can die in peace--but no, not yet. There's a thing I must tell you first, It's the thing they've kept me here to get out of me. They've tried every way they knew--torture, starvation, bribes of freedom; everything. They'd have killed me long ago, only if they had they could never have got the secret. But--how is it you're here? Is it another trick of theirs?