I suggest you all duck and cover.
Under the circumstances I’d suggest… Run!
The world has just changed so radically, and we’re all running to catch up.
The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked.
I think I’m in big trouble.
Yo, snitch. Calm yourself. This ain’t about you no more.
Sorry, miss, I was giving myself an oil job.
Kenton must have hardwired this bot with the will to go on.
The door bumped Bot on his power switch. BEEP! Bot turned on.
Call that job satisfaction? 'Cause I don’t.
Maybe he’s not that smart. Maybe he’s like a worker bee who only knows how to push buttons or something.
Intelligence is one of the greatest human gifts. But all too often a search for knowledge drives out the search for love. This is something else I’ve discovered for myself very recently. I present it to you as a hypothesis: Intelligence without the ability to give and receive affection leads to mental and moral breakdown, to neurosis, and possibly even psychosis. And I say that the mind absorbed in and involved in itself as a self-centered end, to the exclusion of human relationships, can only lead to violence and pain.
I’ve gotten 2,415 times smarter since then.
“Rue the day?” Who talks like that?
An intellectual carrot. The mind boggles.
Moisture! Moisture! I need moisture!
Hmm. But why should people want to kiss each other? It’s an old custom. All the really high civilizations go in for it.
In my whole life, I have only embraced one useful occupation - using my ax to cut down trees. I did this because a human Explorer told me that deforestation was how cultured persons tended their planets: clearing land in preparation for constructing farms and roads and cities. I did not know how to construct things, but I was excellent at chopping down timber, so that is what I did.
It turns out I destroyed so much woodland, the results were noticeable from space… which became a source of much pride once an Explorer informed me of my achievement.
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