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Color by George Peterson.


Florence: Ship, what is your purpose? Why do you exist?
Ship: To pick things up, move them, then put them down.
Florence: Is there anything else?
Ship: No. Why would there need to be?
Florence: That is why you shouldn't argue with the ship. It is a tightly focused single purpose system.
Sam: Not fair. If it can talk and understand me, I should be able to gloat.