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Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Who sits down after Andrew whispers " Sit down " ? || The district attorney
0False
[ "\" Sit down ! \" whispered Andrews .", "\" The judge is coming . \" Mr. Thorndike sat down ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Who sits down after Andrew whispers " Sit down " ? || Mr. Thorndike
1True
[ "\" Sit down ! \" whispered Andrews .", "\" The judge is coming . \" Mr. Thorndike sat down ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Who sits down after Andrew whispers " Sit down " ? || His sponsor
1True
[ "\" Sit down ! \" whispered Andrews .", "\" The judge is coming . \" Mr. Thorndike sat down ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
What did his sponsor whisper ? || The judge is here
0False
[ "\" Sit down ! \" whispered Andrews .", "Andrews had become his sponsor ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
What did his sponsor whisper ? || Stand up
0False
[ "\" Sit down ! \" whispered Andrews .", "Andrews had become his sponsor ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
What did his sponsor whisper ? || Sit down
1True
[ "\" Sit down ! \" whispered Andrews .", "Andrews had become his sponsor ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
The man known as Arnold Thorndike was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers because of whom ? || Andrews
1True
[ "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers .", "No longer was he Arnold Thorndike ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
The man known as Arnold Thorndike was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers because of whom ? || A man
0False
[ "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers .", "No longer was he Arnold Thorndike ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
The man known as Arnold Thorndike was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers because of whom ? || Mr. Andrews
1True
[ "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers .", "No longer was he Arnold Thorndike ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
The man known as Arnold Thorndike was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers because of whom ? || The judge
0False
[ "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers .", "No longer was he Arnold Thorndike ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
The man known as Arnold Thorndike was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers because of whom ? || His sponsor
1True
[ "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers .", "No longer was he Arnold Thorndike ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
What did the man who abandoned his point to in the beginning ? || Railed enclosure
0False
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "He was merely the man \" with Mr. Andrews . \" Then even Andrews abandoned him ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
What did the man who abandoned his point to in the beginning ? || A table
0False
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "He was merely the man \" with Mr. Andrews . \" Then even Andrews abandoned him ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
What did the man who abandoned his point to in the beginning ? || One of the oak chairs
1True
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "He was merely the man \" with Mr. Andrews . \" Then even Andrews abandoned him ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Why was Arnold tolerated among the police - court lawyers ? || Because of his sponsor
1True
[ "Andrews had become his sponsor .", "Because of Andrews he was tolerated .", "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Why was Arnold tolerated among the police - court lawyers ? || Because he was sponsored by Mr. Andrews
1True
[ "Andrews had become his sponsor .", "Because of Andrews he was tolerated .", "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Why was Arnold tolerated among the police - court lawyers ? || He was with Mr. Andrews
1True
[ "Andrews had become his sponsor .", "Because of Andrews he was tolerated .", "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Why was Arnold tolerated among the police - court lawyers ? || He was a banker
0False
[ "Andrews had become his sponsor .", "Because of Andrews he was tolerated .", "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Why was Arnold tolerated among the police - court lawyers ? || Because he was in charge
0False
[ "Andrews had become his sponsor .", "Because of Andrews he was tolerated .", "Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Was he tolerated because of his sponsor ? || No
0False
[ "Andrews had become his sponsor .", "Because of Andrews he was tolerated ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Was he tolerated because of his sponsor ? || Yes
1True
[ "Andrews had become his sponsor .", "Because of Andrews he was tolerated ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Andrews said the oak chairs were reserved for whom ? || Members of the kingdom
0False
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "\" You sit there , \" he commanded , \" it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Andrews said the oak chairs were reserved for whom ? || Members of the bar
1True
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "\" You sit there , \" he commanded , \" it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Andrews said the oak chairs were reserved for whom ? || The judge
0False
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "\" You sit there , \" he commanded , \" it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Why did Mr. Andrews point toward the chair ? || He wanted him to move it
0False
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "\" You sit there , \" he commanded , \" it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Why did Mr. Andrews point toward the chair ? || Where the judge would sit
0False
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "\" You sit there , \" he commanded , \" it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Why did Mr. Andrews point toward the chair ? || To order Arnold to sit
1True
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "\" You sit there , \" he commanded , \" it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right ." ]
Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs . " You sit there , " he commanded , " it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right . You 're with ME . " Distinctly annoyed , slightly bewildered , the banker sank between the arms of a chair . He felt he had lost his individuality . Andrews had become his sponsor . Because of Andrews he was tolerated . Because Andrews had a pull he was permitted to sit as an equal among police - court lawyers . No longer was he Arnold Thorndike . He was merely the man " with Mr. Andrews . " Then even Andrews abandoned him . " The judge'll be here in a minute , now , " said the assistant district attorney , and went inside a railed enclosure in front of the judge 's bench . There he greeted another assistant district attorney whose years were those of even greater indiscretion than the years of Mr. Andrews . Seated on the rail , with their hands in their pockets and their backs turned to Mr. Thorndike , they laughed and talked together . The subject of their discourse was one Mike Donlin , as he appeared in vaudeville . To Mr. Thorndike it was evident that young Andrews had entirely forgotten him . He arose , and touched his sleeve . With infinite sarcasm Mr. Thorndike began : " My engagements are not pressing , but— " A court attendant beat with his palm upon the rail . " Sit down ! " whispered Andrews . " The judge is coming . " Mr. Thorndike sat down . The court attendant droned loudly words Mr. Thorndike could not distinguish . There was a rustle of silk , and from a door behind him the judge stalked past .
Why did Mr. Andrews point toward the chair ? || He wanted him to sit down
1True
[ "Mr. Andrews pointed to one of the oak chairs .", "\" You sit there , \" he commanded , \" it 's reserved for members of the bar , but it 's all right ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why would the narrator not hear Jesse talk about his girlfriend ? || Because sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium, and in space, there is no medium
1True
[ "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why would the narrator not hear Jesse talk about his girlfriend ? || Because the air was sucked away from the shuttle
1True
[ "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why would the narrator not hear Jesse talk about his girlfriend ? || The air has been sucked out of the shuttle, so sound cannot travel
1True
[ "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why would the narrator not hear Jesse talk about his girlfriend ? || Because their communications system was down
0False
[ "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why would the narrator not hear Jesse talk about his girlfriend ? || Because of Jesse's death
0False
[ "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Was the air really sucked out of the shuttle ? || No, it was sucked away from the narrator's space suit
0False
[ "About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .", "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Was the air really sucked out of the shuttle ? || Yes, because the shuttle malfunctioned
1True
[ "About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .", "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Was the air really sucked out of the shuttle ? || No, there was just a lighting and a thunder
0False
[ "About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .", "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Was the air really sucked out of the shuttle ? || No, because the narrator heard a bell at the end
1True
[ "About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .", "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why could n't the protagonist hear anything ? || Because the air was sucked away from the shuttle
1True
[ "Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration .", "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why could n't the protagonist hear anything ? || Because the shuttle's air that served as a medium for sound had been let out
1True
[ "Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration .", "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why could n't the protagonist hear anything ? || Because he was momentarily death from a thunder
0False
[ "Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration .", "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why could n't the protagonist hear anything ? || Because he was deaf-mute
0False
[ "Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration .", "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
What happened to the protagonist after the air was let out || He saved his life with his space suit and reflected on his low chances of survival after 24 hours
1True
[ "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
What happened to the protagonist after the air was let out || He found a space suit and saved his life so far
1True
[ "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
What happened to the protagonist after the air was let out || He was sucked away from the shuttle through a hole in the hull
0False
[ "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
What happened to the protagonist after the air was let out || He managed to save Jesse's life
0False
[ "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
What happened to the protagonist after the air was let out || Their eyes bulged in panic and they couldn't hear
1True
[ "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why could the narrator not hear any screams ? || Because the air was sucked away from the shuttle
1True
[ "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why could the narrator not hear any screams ? || The air has been sucked out of the shuttle, so sound cannot travel
1True
[ "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why could the narrator not hear any screams ? || Because he was in an isolated capsule
0False
[ "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Why could the narrator not hear any screams ? || Because his communication system was down
0False
[ "Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium .", "So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing .", "Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Would the protagonist actually kiss a monkey ? || Only if he ever had to see another photo of his crewmate and just metaphorically
1True
[ "I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey .", "Metaphorically , of course ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Would the protagonist actually kiss a monkey ? || Only metaphorically
1True
[ "I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey .", "Metaphorically , of course ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Would the protagonist actually kiss a monkey ? || Only if this would save him from death in space
0False
[ "I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey .", "Metaphorically , of course ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Would the protagonist actually kiss a monkey ? || No
1True
[ "I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey .", "Metaphorically , of course ." ]
Hotel California Fact : Sound is a vibration . Sound travels as a mechanical wave through a medium , and in space , there is no medium . So when my shuttle malfunctioned and the airlocks did n't keep the air in , I heard nothing . After the first whoosh of the air being sucked away , there was lightning , but no thunder . Eyes bulging in panic , but no screams . Quiet and peaceful , right ? Such a relief to never again hear my crewmate Jesse natter about his girl back on Earth and that all - expenses - paid vacation - for - two she won last time he was on leave . I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey . Metaphorically , of course . Fact : If , before all the air is sucked out of the ship , a person is so lucky to have stuffed him or herself into a space suit , that person has less than twenty - four hours to live . This is more than the person would have sans space suit . Me , I found a space suit , but it was statistically unlikely that I , and whomever else has followed suit ( pun intended ) , would manage to repair our ship before the less - than - twenty - four hours are up ; yes , studies have been done . So , twenty - four hours . Give or take . About the time I was composing my last words in my head , trying not to think too much about what suffocating felt like , that 's when I heard a bell .
Would the protagonist actually kiss a monkey ? || Yes
0False
[ "I swore , if I ever had to see a photo of him in a skimpy bathing suit again , giving the camera a cheesy thumbs - up from a lounge chair on one of those white sandy beaches , I 'd kiss a monkey .", "Metaphorically , of course ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What were Zheng 's traits ? || High end
0False
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "He made me a little uncomfortable ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What were Zheng 's traits ? || Short
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "He made me a little uncomfortable ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What were Zheng 's traits ? || Lean
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "He made me a little uncomfortable ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What were Zheng 's traits ? || Short, dark, lean and makes me feel uncomfortable
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "He made me a little uncomfortable ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What were Zheng 's traits ? || Humanoid
0False
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "He made me a little uncomfortable ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What were Zheng 's traits ? || Dark
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "He made me a little uncomfortable ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who did Sarah introduce me to ? || Ray
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who did Sarah introduce me to ? || Kishori
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who did Sarah introduce me to ? || Sarah
0False
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who did Sarah introduce me to ? || Lola
0False
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who did Sarah introduce me to ? || Ray, Zheng and Khisori
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who did Sarah introduce me to ? || Zheng
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Why did the speaker not seek out another group to talk with ? || Sarah is shy
0False
[ "I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though .", "They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Why did the speaker not seek out another group to talk with ? || They all looked the same
1True
[ "I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though .", "They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Why did the speaker not seek out another group to talk with ? || The other groups of people seemed to be very similar to the group he talked to
1True
[ "I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though .", "They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who are two members of Sarah 's inner circle ? || Ray
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who are two members of Sarah 's inner circle ? || Tina
0False
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who are two members of Sarah 's inner circle ? || Kishori
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who are two members of Sarah 's inner circle ? || Ray and Zheng
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who are two members of Sarah 's inner circle ? || Andre
0False
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Who are two members of Sarah 's inner circle ? || Zheng
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Sarah introduces him to three other guests . Name them . || Luke
0False
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Sarah introduces him to three other guests . Name them . || John
0False
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Sarah introduces him to three other guests . Name them . || Ray
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Sarah introduces him to three other guests . Name them . || Kishori
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Sarah introduces him to three other guests . Name them . || Ray, Zheng, and Kishori
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Sarah introduces him to three other guests . Name them . || Zheng
1True
[ "Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze .", "Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist .", "Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Is the genre of this selection historical fiction ? || No
1True
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Is the genre of this selection historical fiction ? || Yes
0False
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Is this an establishment for poor clientèle ? || No
1True
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Clearly , it was a high - end model .", "Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
Is this an establishment for poor clientèle ? || Yes
0False
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Clearly , it was a high - end model .", "Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What did I do during the evening ? || Stuffed my face, listened and observed
1True
[ "Tonight was for observation .", "Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What did I do during the evening ? || Listening
1True
[ "Tonight was for observation .", "Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What did I do during the evening ? || Stuffing my face
1True
[ "Tonight was for observation .", "Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What did I do during the evening ? || Dancing
0False
[ "Tonight was for observation .", "Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What clues are we given that this is a social gathering that does n't take place in our world ? || Sarah's clothes
0False
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact .", "I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What clues are we given that this is a social gathering that does n't take place in our world ? || Sparkling Liquid
1True
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact .", "I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What clues are we given that this is a social gathering that does n't take place in our world ? || Expensive humanoid robot
1True
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact .", "I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What clues are we given that this is a social gathering that does n't take place in our world ? || There is a high-tech robot bartender, and one of the people mentions the pastries remind her of food on Earth
1True
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact .", "I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What type of robot manned the bar ? || High-end
1True
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Clearly , it was a high - end model ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What type of robot manned the bar ? || Humanoid
1True
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Clearly , it was a high - end model ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What type of robot manned the bar ? || Clunky
0False
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Clearly , it was a high - end model ." ]
The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot . It turned toward Sarah 's wave and acknowledged her with a nod , moments later setting a fluted glass of sparkling liquid in front of her . I marveled at the robot 's smoothness and coordination . Clearly , it was a high - end model . Sarah transferred the glass to my free hand and pulled me away from the bar for more introductions , with Alexis trailing after us . I spent the evening listening , mostly . Listening and stuffing my face with all the bits of fine food provided . No one minded ; Sarah 's inner circle was content to fill our circle of couches with plenty of chatter . Ray , a plump man who was grey where he was n't bald . Zheng , short and dark and lean , with a very intense gaze . He made me a little uncomfortable . Kishori , petite , her hair strung out in a series of braids that reached nearly to her waist . I categorized them based on their appearances , hoping I 'd be able to pick them out of the crowd again later . Most of their chatter was meaningless to me — stories of day - to - day activities , how so - and - so had been seen in so - and - so 's table at lunch and my was n't that a surprise , and why had n't the chef concocted this delectable a selection of appetizers for the dance the other night , but of course those rolled meat pastries reminded one of the pastries back on Earth , did n't they , and this was somehow an interesting fact . After the first half - hour , I stopped expending effort to keep names and stories and gossip straight . I was n't learning anything useful . I could have started asking questions , but I wanted to get my bearings first . Tonight was for observation . I did n't bother trying to seek out a different group of potentially more interesting people , though . They all looked the same : clusters of social butterflies surrounded by the less apt , the hangers - on , the circle with whom the gossip was shared .
What type of robot manned the bar ? || An expensive, high-end humanoid
1True
[ "The bar was manned by an expensive humanoid robot .", "Clearly , it was a high - end model ." ]
A day at the beach . When Sam woke in the morning , he was super excited ! Today was the day ! It was Sunday , the day that Sam 's mom and dad had promised to take Sam to the beach . Sam 's grandma had given a pail and shovel to Sam to use in the sand . At breakfast Sam was so excited he was wiggling in his seat ! Mom told Sam that they would leave when the big hand on the clock was pointing to the 10 , and the little had was pointing to the 12 . Mom asked Sam if he would like to help make sandwiches for the trip , and Sam said that he wanted to help . Dad said , " let 's make a game of it , we need to make a sandwich for each of us . There are three of us , so we need three sandwiches . Let 's count as we make the sandwiches ! " Sam counted as mom made the sandwiches , one for dad , one for mom and one for Sam . Then mom started to make another sandwich ! " Mom ! " said Sam , " we have three sandwiches and that makes one sandwich for each of us . " Sam 's mom laughed , " You 're right Sam ! " Sam 's mom said she was being silly .
Why was Sam excited Sunday morning ? || Sam was going to the beach
1True
[ "When Sam woke in the morning , he was super excited !", "It was Sunday , the day that Sam 's mom and dad had promised to take Sam to the beach ." ]
A day at the beach . When Sam woke in the morning , he was super excited ! Today was the day ! It was Sunday , the day that Sam 's mom and dad had promised to take Sam to the beach . Sam 's grandma had given a pail and shovel to Sam to use in the sand . At breakfast Sam was so excited he was wiggling in his seat ! Mom told Sam that they would leave when the big hand on the clock was pointing to the 10 , and the little had was pointing to the 12 . Mom asked Sam if he would like to help make sandwiches for the trip , and Sam said that he wanted to help . Dad said , " let 's make a game of it , we need to make a sandwich for each of us . There are three of us , so we need three sandwiches . Let 's count as we make the sandwiches ! " Sam counted as mom made the sandwiches , one for dad , one for mom and one for Sam . Then mom started to make another sandwich ! " Mom ! " said Sam , " we have three sandwiches and that makes one sandwich for each of us . " Sam 's mom laughed , " You 're right Sam ! " Sam 's mom said she was being silly .
Why was Sam excited Sunday morning ? || He was free to spend all day with his parents
0False
[ "When Sam woke in the morning , he was super excited !", "It was Sunday , the day that Sam 's mom and dad had promised to take Sam to the beach ." ]