Joel jerked as if he'd been slapped.
The machine said, "No! No!" And then it became absolutely unintelligible. It babbled.
Joel stared at it in consternation.
It said: "My Lord, it's reading my thoughts!"
He turned horrified eyes to Priscilla.
The machine rattled on inexorably: "Why? Why? What does she want to know? Ganelons. Don't think ... Tamis. Where's Tamis? And Thorp. Wonder—. I'm being verbose. Go around in circles. Circles. Curves. Good legs and—. A hell of a thing to be thinking of now! What happened to those other men? Lady Bluebeard. She's no lady. She sure as hell isn't...."
"For Pete's sake shut that thing off!" Joel and the machine roared in unison.
Priscilla lifted her eyes, asked, "Have the rebels contacted you?"
"No," said Joel.
The machine said: "That damned machine will give me away."