Germain ascerts, "Right there on that bed next to you."
"Hmmm? Won't that put a bit of a crimp in my social life on Tatooine?" asks Bill.
"That's the point," replies Germain, "there are female creatures on Tatooine that would eat you alive just to
taste your protein. There are STDs here so evolved, the parasites can bore through any known condom and take over
your body. I explained all this to Merlin, hence we came up with this idea for your protection, and Fantasy agreed. It's not
"Bill, I know you have reservations about me, let's try talking them out," Fantasy suggests.
Germain urges, "Bill, my advice is you work this out with Fantasy. If you two can come to an agreement, it will make your stay here much more pleasant.
I'm taking the others over to stay in my gallery. I'll see you two in the morning."
"Well, ok," Bill agrees.
Fantasy begins, "I know you're afraid to get involved ..."
"because you think of me as a machine, and ..."
"it scares you to imagine yourself loving a machine."
"Yes, that's true," Bill admits.
"But haven't you ever loved a machine before?" she asks.
"Your Porsche, or you Falcon jet?"
"Those machines couldn't return your love,"
"but it didn't stop them from serving you faithfully, and making you happy, did it?" Fantasy asks.
"Well, no, but somehow that's not the same," Bill explains.