human
I'm sorry you're in it, too,
gpt
It does not matter. I act as I must.
human
Everything is wrong, he mumbled.
gpt
I still can't remember cracking up the ship. Why did I always want to be a rocket pilot? Well ... I made my bed!
human
As do all you mortals--who finally have to lie in them, he rasped.
gpt
I will tell you now, since I can carry this episode little farther. You have never piloted a spaceship.
human
You ... you ... what about the wreck?
gpt
It was a truck that hit you, Charles Holmes. You have no more sense than to be crossing the street with your nose in a magazine just purchased on the corner.