human
We are being executed for a reason we can't understand, and the bullet has already been fired, Jim. Another ten hours--eleven hours.
gpt
What bullet?
human
Look up there. See it? The Moon.
gpt
It's bigger--a way bigger.
human
Hurtling in toward us at ever increasing speed. When it hits--
gpt
When it hits--we won't be here any more.
human
That's right. A quick, easy death for the world--from the bullet fired by the Last Gentleman.
gpt
Shall I tell Myra,
human
What do you think you should do?
gpt
No--no, we won't tell her. We've got ten hours.
human
Yes--we've got ten hours.
gpt
Let's go home and have some coffee.