MANY THINGS.
"Remember I'm a human being," he said respectfully. "I have to eat and sleep. I can't answer questions for two or three days straight."
I AM AWARE OF HUMAN LIMITATIONS, AND THEIR EFFECTS, SWABBER STARBUCK.
"Sorry."
Captain Birdsel looked vaguely distressed. "You should try to co-operate with the brain, my boy."
"I have nothing against cybernetic calculators," Ben said. "After all, we aren't still in the Ellisonian Age. But I'd like to, uh, stow my spacebag and get settled, sir."
NO FURTHER QUESTIONS AT THIS TIME. RETURN HERE AT THIS TIME TOMORROW.
"He's interested in you, Ben," the captain said enthusiastically. "This is the first time he's asked about anybody since the second day. Yes, interested!"
With an excess of enthusiasm, Captain Birdsel clapped his hands, then put them flat on the deck and stood on his head, kicking his heels in the air.
He straightened up with a scarlet face. "Ah. That really gets the kinks out of you, Ben."