Blakes 71978

Avon:
What about Gan?

Roj Blake:
He's still out. We've run the diagnostic checks, it might show up something.

Avon:
Yes. And that something will tell you what you already know. Why don't you face it?

Roj Blake:
[snapping] Because I don't know what to do about it!

Roj Blake:
[calmer but still upset] And if it *is* the limiter, I don't know how we can help him.

Roj Blake:
[sarcastic] Unless neurosurgery is one of your particular talents.

Avon:
Unfortunately, no.

Roj Blake:
[sits and muses] Suppose Zen gave us the necessary information *and* detailed instructions.

Avon:
Oh, come on, Blake! This is not something you do by numbers,

Avon:
[gesturing to Zen while walking past] not even highly sophisticated ones.

Avon:
[approaches Blake] This is an area that has remained the exclusive province of specialists.

Roj Blake:
Yes, I know, I know.

Avon:
There are quicker ways that you could kill him, but there are none more certain.