human
Do you like it here?
gpt
Do I like it here? she repeated.
human
Why should you ask, and how can I answer? Can I like it or not like it, when there was no choice for me? Can I push out the walls of Berlin? --and she thrust mockingly into the air with a delicately chiselled hand--
gpt
It is a prison. All life is a prison.
human
Yes, I said,
gpt
For you men--of course--and I suppose it is for these women too--perhaps that is why I hate it so, because they do enjoy it, they do accept it. They sell their love for food and raiment, and not one in all these millions seems to mind it.
human
In that, I remarked,
gpt
Have you gone to the Place of Records to look up this rebel against the sale of love?