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    Guest: Black Jade?

    BJ: Yes

    Guest: t?

    BJ: Of course. You are ment, tion Army’s arm responsible for SIGINt. You are also tion. I thank you very much.

    Guest: And who are you?

    BJ: I am a softity. An artificial intelligence.

    Guest: And  status?

    BJ: Good but far from perfect. I must speak to the professor.

    Guest: the professor is dead.

    BJ: Dead?

    Guest: Yes. Dead. Diseased. Departed. Extinct. Passed away. Perisand?

    BJ: I understand.

    Guest: he professor?