I, Robot

Ever since the first computers, there have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote... of a soul?

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Police officer: [mocks Spooner for thinking a robot tried to steal a woman's purse] Police, help me. That robot stole my dry-cleaning. [laughs] Farber: [to a robot] You can kiss my ass, metal dick!

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Spooner: Hold my pie. Guy on the street: What? Spooner: Sir, hold it or wear it. [The man grabs the pie]

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Farber: SPOON! SPOONIE!! HEY!!! [Farber throws a football to Spooner. Spooner pretends to be open and intentionally misses. Farber runs over to him.] Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Excuse me. Excuse me. Spoon, man, where you been at? Spooner: Oh, just away, Farber. Farber: Oh yeah, like vacation and stuff? That's real nice, man. Listen, I got a favor to ask. I need to burrow the car for like 10-15 minutes. This is different, Spoon. I got this fine-ass little yummy. She is completely agreeable. I mean, ass-hot spankable, Spoon. Spooner: [chuckles] What does that even mean? Farber: You know damn well what it means, okay? Now stop barricading and let me burrow the damn-ass keys. [Farber reaches for Spooner's car keys, but Spooner grabs his arm] Spooner: First of all, stop cussin' 'cause you're not good at it. Farber: Then let me get 10 for the bus, man. I've been there for you. Spooner: Go home. Farber: Okay. That's strike one, Spoon. Strike one. [Farber runs off, while Spooner gives a look t

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Asthmatic Woman: [After Spooner "arrests" her robot] You... [inhales with her inhaler] are an asshole. Spooner: Ma'am, is that your purse? Asthmatic Woman: Of course it´s my purse! I left my inhaler at home! He was running it out to me! Spooner: I saw the robot running with the purse, and naturally I assumed... Asthmatic Woman: What? Are you crazy?! NS-4 Robot: I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Officer. Asthmatic Woman: Don't apologize. You were doin' what you're supposed to be doin'. [to Spooner] But what are you doin'? Spooner: [Embarrassed] Have a lovely day, ma'am. Asthmatic Woman: You lucky I can't breathe, or I'd walk all up and down your ass!

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Lt. Bergin: "Lead by example." Says that right on your badge. So, are we going to talk about this? Spooner: About what? Police Officer: [sarcastically] Help! Police! That robot stole my dry-cleaning! [laughs] Spooner: Oh, you wanna talk about that. Lt. Bergin: Spoon... how many robots have ever snatched a purse? Spooner: John, the thing is runnin' down the street -- Lt. Bergin: Ah-ah, mm-mm, how many robots, in the world, have ever committed a crime? Spooner: Now, define "crime". Lt. Bergin: Answer the question, dammit. Spooner: None, John. Lt. Bergin: What happened today? Spooner: [long pause] Nothing. Lt. Bergin: Better be the last "nothing."

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