human
What is this? cried Graham, confused and looking at the ventilator.
gpt
Who are you? What are you going to do? Remember, I understand nothing.
human
Stand back,
gpt
We want you to come, Sire, panted the newcomer, and Graham glancing at his face again, saw a new cut had changed from white to red on his forehead, and a couple of little trickles of blood starting therefrom.
human
Your people call for you.
gpt
Come where? My people?
human
To the hall about the markets. Your life is in danger here. We have spies. We learned but just in time. The Council has decided--this very day--either to drug or kill you. And everything is ready. The people are drilled, the Wind-Vane police, the engineers, and half the way-gearers are with us. We have the halls crowded--shouting. The whole city shouts against the Council. We have arms. He wiped the blood with his hand.
gpt
Your life here is not worth--
human
But why arms?
gpt
The people have risen to protect you, Sire. What?