SORLIE: Chester, you've got my eyes and ears. I'm docking my handbrain to my flight belt now.
Get me into the low boroughs, and don't let me get hit by cars.
CHESTER: *on comm* Executing. Note, however, that these cars will not hit you. Self-driving algorithms have been refined for centuries.
SORLIE: I know, but rather than trusting nine hundred years and ten thousand strangers, I'm asking for help from one friend.
CHESTER: *on comm* Acknowledged. Flattery will get you an expedited flight path.