A: Practically speaking, what is the best kind of worker?
B: The best? Probably the one who-- who-- who is honest-- and dedicated.
A: No, it's the one that's the cheapest. The one with the fewest needs... [Young Rossum] chucked out everything not directly related to work, and [in] doing that he virtually rejected the human being and created the Robot.
Robots remember everything, and think of nothing new. "They'd make fine university professors." Rejecting A's theory that Robots have souls, the psychologist Hallemeier admits that once in a while, a Robot will throw down his work and start gnashing his teeth. The human managers treat such an event as evidence of a product defect, but A prefers to interpret it as a sign of the emerging soul.
B rather inexplicably asks A to marry him. She accepts, but continues working to help the Robots by requesting that a scientist modify some Robots, so that their souls might develop more fully. One of the modified creatures is a Robotess, beautiful but useless. The scientist speculates that if the Robotess (named after her spiritual mother A) were to "wake up," she would hate him for making her so beautiful, yet giving her a body that cannot know love or give birth.
hahaha. okay. new motivation(s)! keep going keep going.
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12:38 AM
I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn’t it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me, or speak of me, or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago, so well
Never wonder what I’ll feel as living shuffles by
You don’t have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time
Is this God’s experiment
In which we have no say
In which we’re given paradise
But only for a day
Nothing can be altered, oh, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no any place to hide
You are all I’ll ever want but this I am denyin’
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts I wish I never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned
Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time
Is this God’s experiment {God's experiment}
In which we have no say {In which we have now say}
In which we’re given paradise {If only for a day}
But only for a day
{Is it written in the stars}{Are we paying for some crime}{Is that all that we are good for}{Just a stretch of mortal time}Is this God’s experiment {God's experiment}In which we have no say {In which we have now say}In which we’re given paradise {If only for a day}But only for a day
Written @
10:52 PM
hahaha
the ultimate elites party. only someone like YOU can think that up
nevertheless, looking forward (:
all the rules.
hahaha,funny
supergladforfriendslikeyou.
i AM super blessed.
*contemplating. should i should i should i not?
When you're young everything feels like the end of the world. But it's not, It's just the beginning.
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12:30 AM
