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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" | 0
(False) | [
"\" 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" | 1
(True) | [
"\" 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" | 1
(True) | [
"\" 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" | 0
(False) | [
"\" 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" | 0
(False) | [
"\" 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" | 1
(True) | [
"\" 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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 1
(True) | [
"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" | 0
(False) | [
"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 ."
] |