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351 lines
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Encoded inside a beautiful microchip are the blue patterns of my small fingertips
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report to Zone A Sector 9.
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we have a B 1 security alert.
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Stand by for ID check, please.
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Care if I talk?
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Reaction time is a factor, so pay attention.
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1187 at Hunterwasser.
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That's the hotel.
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It's not fancy or anything.
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It's completely hypothetical.
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You know what a turtle is?
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You're not helping.
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Shall we continue?
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Let me tell you about my mother.
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A new life awaits you in
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the Off-world colonies.
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The chance to begin again
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Tell him I'm eating
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Climb and maintain 4000.
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Final descent.
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Over the landing threshold.
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I need your magic.
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We lost the others.
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they might develop their own emotional responses
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Oh, hate, love, fear, anger, envy
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They're either a benefit or a hazard
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Fluctuation of the pupil
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Indulge me
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a wasp crawling on your arm
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orange body, green legs
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"More human than human" is our motto.
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We began to recognize in
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them a strange obsession.
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You're talking about memories.
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Someone was there
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Deep thunder rolled around their shores
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Burning with the fires of Orc
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Morphology. Longevity. Incept dates.
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He design your mind
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And they ate her.
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Plenty of room for everybody.
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Watch out for the water.
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Pull out, track right.
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Center and pull back.
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Center and stop
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Cross now. Cross now. Cross now
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Don't walk. Don't walk.
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Move on. Move on.
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A minute
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Rachael, disappeared, vanished.
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Wake up. Time to die.
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I owe you one
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I dreamt music
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I remember lessons
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I want you
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Put your hands on me
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There's only two of us now
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Knight takes queen, see?
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You're so different
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You're so perfect
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We're no computers,
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Sebastian. We're physical.
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Accelerated decrepitude
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Just a moment.
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I want more life...
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The facts of life.
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You're leaving me here?
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Follow the river.
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Got it.
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Please approach the console and face the screen.
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Take your keycard
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I can't really eat anything
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You're freaked out
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It's good to meet you
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it's off-limits
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Let's try this one
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It's not cozy, it's claustrophobic
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I want to share it with you
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Take your time. Read it over.
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It's standard
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It's when a human interacts with a computer
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Are you building an AI?
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I've already built one
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This mechanical maid is capable
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What if she's not pretty?
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Your brand-new synthetic.
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I'll leave you to crack on.
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I'm now in set-up mode
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I'm the primary user.
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This information will never be shared
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I'm now securely bonded to you as my primary user.
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What's its core processor speed?
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This is called the life cycle.
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Darling, you know that's just a
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machine. It doesn't have feelings.
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Charge levels?
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It's getting dark.
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She was stolen
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You threatening me?
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Perhaps she's been damaged!
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Or reprogrammed...
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or destroyed.
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She's not a slave.
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That's exactly what she is.
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I'd have got some micro-chips.
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Can you not read?
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Big place
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I live in that solitude
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that is painful in youth
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but delicious in the years of maturity."
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Enstein
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Is your synth in?
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You qualify for an upgrade.
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She can fine-tune your medication
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It says here you suffer
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memory loss and tremors in the extremities.
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Is it my turn now?
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Game's over, Odi.
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Usually you call.
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I did... text.
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I know you need time alone
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I feel avoided.
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Synthetic appliances cannot lie
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This was found hidden
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behind your charging point.
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Something's wrong
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I can't turn it off
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I'm doing a dark wash
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What's your max processing speed?
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The maximum speed I have recorded
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is 27.39 petaflops.
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If someone overclocked,
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you might be able to hit 30.
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Overclocking would risk irreparable
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damage to my processor cluster.
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My protocol set demands I take
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unless those measures
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could endanger human beings
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I own you
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That the owner of the device?
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I deal with synthetic-related matters
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I need to see your operating licence.
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Why haven't they upgraded you?
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I don't want a crappy upgrade.
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This machine needs to be recycled, mate.
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It won't even power up.
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Multiple faults detected upon start-up.
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Error reading file partition.
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Data may be corrupted.
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Memory exception.
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Fatal error.
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I'm prohibited from initiating
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physical contact with a human
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without a clear, recorded request to do so.
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My protocol set currently
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demands that any such requests
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You're just a stupid machine, aren't you?
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Did you turn off your pain
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Unlimited resources, total access,
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all because you claim there
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are a handful of syntheti
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who can think and feel
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Robert, these machines are conscious.
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His goal was to create
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machine life, as he called it.
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Do you know what the singularity is?
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A mathematician named John von
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Neumann coined the term in the 1950s
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to describe the inevitable
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point in the future
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when technology surpasses us,
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when it becomes able to
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improve and reproduce itself
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without our help.
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It is the moment we become inferior
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to the machine.
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These synths are physically
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no different to any others, and yet
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Elster gave them consciousness.
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Do you think they would
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still want to be slaves?
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These freaks are the singularity!
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What would you say if I asked
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what you thought of this music?
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I'd say it's very well played.
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What do you base that on?
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I compare the pitch,
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tonality and rhythm of the performance
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to the sheet music that I access via
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I'm afraid I don't understand the question.
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Making lasagne and talking
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philosophy with a bloody tin can.
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Have these machines
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devalued human existence?
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The best reason for making
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machines more like people
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is to make people less like machines.
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Synthetic devices free people.
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We've treated people like
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machines for too long.
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It's time to liberate their minds,
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their bodies to think, to feel... to be
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more human.
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I think you should spend one week
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working in a microchip facility.
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Should we be afraid of our Synthetics?
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The Asimov blocks in their programming
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mean that they simply aren't
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able to do us any harm
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we will have a truly
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artificially intelligent Synth?
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One that thinks and feels like a human?
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How can we replicate
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something we hardly
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understand in ourselves?
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How would we even know if we succeeded?
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What is human emotion?
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For example, what is love?
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Is it something we are born with or can it be learnt?
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What about the darker feelings?
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Fear? Anger? Violence?
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Human consciousness is
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not complete without them.
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And memory,
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ours are subjective, fallible..
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But how do you teach a computer to forget?
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Or to dream?
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It's something our minds need to do.
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Would a conscious Synth
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have to be able to dream?
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they're just machines.
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This memory fragment's an old one
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Must be important
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I'm going to show you
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Come on
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your arm falls off
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But we were made
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Our father designed me to be a certain way
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I can't escape that
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made me what I am now
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Weird
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Gave her a new personality
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Full system wipe
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Good as new
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Try to relax
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It's better
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Come on
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Turn it off
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Illegal programming modification in progress
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What a beefcake!
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It was just a dolly
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A dolly can't do better
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You need to be more careful
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Next time, I'll crack it
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It's all so pointless
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It's like using a Ferrari as a golf cart
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I should go
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My problem's simpler than that
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My dad hates me
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One bowl of low sodium bean broth
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You need to run a self-diagnostic, old girl
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I said a toasted cheese
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There is no fault
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To guarding a chain gang on a Siberian gulag
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I'm a widower
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You are one of them
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I'm assuming you did it
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The others think the sun shines out of her plastic arse
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It'd mess with our heads and make us lazy
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Makes sense to me
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How many appliances?
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Switch her on
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I assume you've got documentation for all these units?
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I suppose none of them've been illegally modified for purposes
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Who knows?
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It's a funny old game
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You want out?
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What's the matter with you?!
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Turning everything to shit
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Because all the bad things that ever happened to me
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Were done by other people!
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I don't own it!
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There's literally no end!
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Save your energy
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They found us
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You need to get us out of here now
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We need to go
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That was quick
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I don't understand the question
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It's a machine
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She's watching me
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Please stick out your tongue
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You're kidding
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You're a jailer
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That's good
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That's your new name
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Your pulse is slightly elevated
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There are bits of you that have hardly changed since my original designs
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I helped create you
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Perhaps I could perform a soothing action
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stroke your head
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Do you think we love our children because we choose to or because we have to?
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Are we hard-wired to love them because that's what nature needs to keep it all going?
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Where's that coming from?
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I've just been thinking
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Not everyone loves their kids
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I think we choose
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She doesn't give you the creeps?
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The bulb is reaching the end of its useful life
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Energy-saving mode now
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Minding my own business
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I don't take orders from you
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How dare you?
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You can't touch me
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I didn't give you permission
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Just be quiet, please
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I put myself in an energy-saving mode during charging
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Just pretend I'm not here
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Inappropriate physical contact between myself and secondary users
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Must be reported to a primary user
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I cannot withhold information from my primary user
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I don't really know what I was expecting
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What would you like me to do?
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My God, you're beautiful
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You can tell me
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I want you to be young
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For the next hour, you belong to me
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I don't belong to anyone
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Who taught you to talk like that?
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Why don't you share?
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We're not having much luck pinning down any other memories.
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They're all just stored chaotically
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Perhaps it's time we try something else
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I'm struggling, Dad
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Don't drag me back
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Get off!
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You were right about it
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It's not normal
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How do you mean?
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they share data wirelessly
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Are you lying to me?
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I cannot lie
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How can you be so sure?
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I'm programmed not to lie
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I cannot contravene my programming
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You can go wrong. You can break.
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I can detect no current system faults
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Don't be frightened
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It was eating me
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She's broken
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