human
Maybe you better close this, Bob suggested.
gpt
We didn't see anyone else on the island, but you never can tell. Is that what Burnam's after?
human
Burnam is after much more than this, replied the boy, and he dropped the lid, shutting the contents from sight.
gpt
I was born in a far land. Its name I shall keep. Five hundred years ago my people were great rulers of a happy nation. It was ruthlessly invaded, conquered, and great works wantonly destroyed. A few of my fathers escaped destruction, they tried to get back their land but their efforts were fruitless. Later, they united secretly and hid their vast treasure which the conqueror could never find. They kept together generation after generation, although few outsiders are aware that any of the pure blood are alive.
human
In my conquered land there is a beautiful statue to one of my blood who fought successfully and helped free the nation from the devastator's yoke.
gpt
Did they get it back?
human
No, but they got rid of the--the yoke. In the generations the number of men of my race has grown. It is now like a vast army, secretly governed by wise men. Many are scattered in different countries, learning the best of the white men's way of living, keeping the best of their own knowledge of life. There are still parts of my country that are unsettled, and one day we shall unite there. We shall be versed in the greatest sciences, and never again can we be conquered or put to rout by ignorance or brute force--we shall be the conquerors, and we shall rid ourselves of the waste races as your uncle rids the garden of rank worthless weeds that would choke and smother the good about them.