GTS – Page 132
easy meat
(hey we’ve had a whole fucking pandemic go on since the thing ulrich’s referring to so here’s your refresher that they had an argument earlier.)
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Transcript:
Agatha:
I wasn’t expecting the sexism.
Ulrich:
Yes well. That is what happens when you give your god a gender.
Defining perfection also defines imperfection.
Agatha:
She was just so. . .
I’m sorry I accused you of making me a project.
These people are exhausting.
Ulrich:
Evangelists tend to be that way when you look like you do.
Agatha:
How do I look?
Ulrich:
Angry. Unsure. Lonesome.
Easy meat.
Agatha:
I thought sapient machines were against their . . . laws, or,whatever.
Ulrich:
So if they can convert you, they can convert anyone. You are a handsome prize
Agatha:
Fuck that.
. . . Is that what Phineas thought too?
Ulrich:
Oh NOW you want me to play therapist. Make up your mind, woman.