human
Tell me now of your relations, What the brave race that you spring from, From a mighty race it seems me, Offspring of a mighty father.
gpt
No, my race is not a great one, Not a great one, not a small one, 200 I am just of middle station, Kalervo's unhappy offspring, Stupid boy, and very foolish, Worthless child, and good for nothing. Tell me now about your people, And the brave race that you spring from, Perhaps from mighty race descended, Offspring of a mighty father.