human
If I'm going to die--and I rather think I am--I'd sooner die at home than in a hotel.
gpt
Oh, don't talk about dying! Winnie implored.
human
What am I to do?
gpt
Well, there's just you--and the General. But the General will die too quite soon, and you'll go away anyhow. Oh yes, you'll have to, somehow; it'll happen like that. There's nobody else who cares. And I don't know that women like me do themselves any good by living to be old. I'm not complaining; I chose my life and I've enjoyed it. Let me go home, Winnie!