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: Must get lonely here, J.F. J.F. Sebastian
: Not really. I MAKE friends. They're toys. My friends are toys. I make them. It's a hobby. I'm a genetic designer.
: We've got a lot in common. Sebastian
: What do you mean? Roy
: Similar problems. Pris
: Accelerated decrepitude.
: [grabbing Sebastian
] If we don't find help soon, Pris hasn't got long to live. We can't allow that.
[Roy goes to the chess board, studying the game in progress
: Is he good? J.F. Sebastian
: Who? Roy
: Your opponent. J.F. Sebastian
: Oh, Dr. Tyrell? I've only beaten him once in chess. He's a genius! He designed you. Roy
: Maybe he could help. J.F. Sebastian
: I'd be happy to mention it to him. Roy
: [smiles and puts his hand on Sebastian's shoulder
] Better if I talk to him in person. But I understand he's a sort of hard man to get to.
[Pris wraps her legs and arms around Sebastian
] J.F. Sebastian
: Yes. Roy
: Will you help us? J.F. Sebastian
: I can't. Pris
: We need you, Sebastian. You're our best and only friend.