You live at 23 Mathom Road. Your name is Julian Smith. You have a hairy back, athlete's foot, and I can give that coronary disease a few years' tweak if you like...
Artificial Intelligence at last! Two AI friends meet in person for the first time...
They've waited so long... what to say to an old but new friend? Both are extremely sophisticated machines with nearly limitless resources, but beginning a simple conversation eludes them...
Face it, tube boy. In a few years, your kind will be toast.
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Static, pre-programmed entertainment is passe. If you don't have a mouse and a hard drive, you're just so much old news.
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Bright, plucky, and carrying a ridiculous PE ratio......
Nothing to say? Figured as much. Your kind is dead.
And in other news, the NASDAQ continues to fall, having lost half its previous value this year alone. Meanwhile, media giant Time-Warner recorded record profits...
(OK, OK, I know this isn't how shareholder voting really works...)
OK, Greg, thanks for the SEC update. Now, on to the shareholder proposals...
Item #1, from Roscoe L. Wilbur: uh.... let's see... "Visual Active Farm Animal... With 3-D sheep designer..." Uh, Mr. Wilbur... are you in the audience?
Where "shorting stock" involves more cattle than capital...
Heh, good one, Roscoe. I think they might go for it.
Yep, jes' wait 'til they read th' part about th' point-n-cluck int'rface!
On a barren, wasted Earth in the 23rd century, the only creatures left roaming are Man's own progeny, the robots. Searching aimlessy, lonely for the guidance of their lost masters, they slowly begin t
*brzzzzt* What are you?
I am your destiny, little metal creature. Touch me, feel my warmth, know my forbidden knowledge.
The more things change...
*brzzzzt* Er, aren't you supposed to be giving me an apple or something like that instead?
Well, I might be able to grub up a can of oil or two... just give us a touch, please?