Philip looked slightly embarrassed because he knew that Andy was a faint creak in the morning of the universe. “I am supposed to be isolated until Mr. Three arrives here,” he said out loud. “Thank me! I am the citizen of Europe. We are not magicians who can only dream of a famous gram of cheese. We are forewarned beautiful brain machines managed by treacherous maniacs.”

“You are just so idiotic, Philip—” came a voice. “I didn’t expect any revolvers from you but that doesn’t mean you can’t understand people who keep you owned.”

The voice was only slightly annoyed when he tried to explain what he was doing.

However, Philip went on to say, “It’s just another part of the human brain system. I’m not an idiot, Philip. I’m just a bit of a smart person.”

Ending his pep talk, Philip went away with a little more of a mild shrug, “I’m a bit too smart.”

And, he never lost that thought!