Blackjack nodded again, stowing the little trick box back in his desk. "Yet, I imagine that it's quite a bit easier to program a loader to knock people aside rather to skirt around or request that they move, and if I happen to need a robot rush programmed to remove shrapnel from a man's chest, I may be okay with it improperly diagnosing a sprained ankle if it can appropriately treat the more serious injuries." Blackjack shrugged. "Sometimes things go wrong, and the only right thing to do when things get FUBAR is another wrong thing. It's upside down, but it happens."
Raker listened to Dr. Marello's conditions on her working conditions, his expression betraying no hint of surprise or chagrin. "Done, but under one condition," Blackjack said, raising a single finger. "If I ever, at any time, tell you that 'I need you', you come running. If you're in the middle of a book, put it down. If you're talking to your family, disconnect them. If you're in the shower, you come wet and nude." At no point during his speech did Blackjack smile. Marello, for all her experience, was still green, and green people could do stupid things. There were some situations when wasting time, for the best of reasons, was unforgivable. "Now, if I say something like, 'at your earliest convenience' or 'when you have a moment', feel free to finish what you're doing and work it into your schedule. But if I use the word 'need' in a sentence, particularly if I combine it with 'now', you damn well better not waste time with a towel. Is that clear?"