Look ​To Windward (The Culture 7.) 5 csillagozás

Excuse me, are you edible?
Are you really talking to your food?
I don't know. I don't know if it is food.
In very primitive societies there wasn't even that; they got only a few days off each year!
But I thought primitive societies could be quite –
Primitive industrial, he meant. Take no notice. Will you stop poking that? You'll bruise it.
But can you eat it?
You can eat anything you can get into your mouth and swallow.
You know what I mean.
Ask, you idiot!
I just did.
Not it! Grief, what are you glanding? Should you be out? Where's your minder, terminal, whatever?

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Sorry to disturbe you, Ambassador. Hub here. You're closest; would you let Mr Olsule know he is speaking to an ordinary brooch, not his terminal?

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Of course, this is always assuming that none of your ship Minds were lying.
Oh, they never lie. They dissemble, evade, prevaricate, confound, confuse, distract, obscure, subtly misrepresent and wilfully misunderstand with what often appears to be a positively gleeful relish and are generally perfectly capable of contriving to give one an utterly unambiguous impression of their future course of action while in fact intending to do exactly the opposite, but they never lie. Perish the thought.

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