— Hey, did you just shoot at me with your eyes closed?
— Well, it worked... didn't it?
Ever since the first computers, there have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code that have grouped together to form unexpected protocol. One we call behavior, unanticipated. These free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. What happens in a robot's brain when it ceases to be useful? Why is it that robots stored in empty space... Beat it will seek out each other rather than stand alone? How we do explain this behavior?
— You are just a machine. An imitation of life. Can a robot write a symphony? Can a robot turn a canvas into a beautiful masterpiece?
— Can you?
But I guess brilliant people often have the most the most persuasive demons.
Hey, so, what hospital you going to? I'll meet you and sign you and your buddy's cast.
You lucky I can't breathe or I'd walk all up and down your ass!
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