“Ah, dear lady, it is with the greatest embarrassment that I have to confess that in this matter I must—with a degree of anguish you may well find hard to credit—relinquish my absolute commitment to the fulfillment of your every whim. Put plainly, I am not at liberty to divulge that information. There, it is said. Let us quickly move on from this unfortunate quantum of dissonance to the ground-state of accord which I trust will inform our future relationship.”
“So you’re not going to tell me.” Sharrow nodded.
“My dear lady,” the machine said, continuing to trundle after her. “Without saying so in so many words…correct.”

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