i think you ought to know i'm feeling very depressed.
it won't work, i have an exceptionally large mind.
just that?
i won't enjoy it.
all right. i'll do it.
i'm not getting you down at all am i?
life. don't talk to me about life.
i've been ordered to take you up to the bridge. here i am, brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to take you up to the bridge. call that job satisfaction? - 'cause i don't.
"all the doors in this spacecraft have a cheerful and sunny disposition. it is their pleasure to open for you, and their satisfaction to close again with the knowledge of a job well done.
hateful, isn't it? you can thank the marketing division of the sirius cybernetics corporation for building robots with gpp.
"genuine people personalities." i'm a personality prototype. you can tell can't you?
sorry, did i say something wrong? pardon me for breathing, which i never do anyway, so i don't know why i even bother to say it. oh god, i'm so depressed.
and then i've got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side. i've asked for them to be replaced but no one ever listens.
i've brought the aliens. don't thank me or anything.
do you mean sit in a corner and rust or just fall apart where i'm standing?
ghastly, isn't it? i was asked to change the personality type, this was the emergency back-up.
i can -- but i won't enjoy it.
don't look at me. i'm too depressed.
i know. dreadful, isn't it?
this will all end in tears, i just know it.
it's rubbish.
i told you this would all end in tears.
don't talk to me about life.
don't talk to me about god.
i know. you keep going on about it. it sounds awful.
did it have oceans?
can't bear oceans.
you think you've got problems? what are you supposed to do if you are a manically depressed robot? no, don't bother to answer that, i'm fifty thousand times more intelligent than you and even i don't know the answer. it gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level.
i could calculate your chances of survival -- but you won't like it.
funny how just when you think life can't possibly get any worse, it suddenly does.
i must warn you, i'm feeling very depressed.
i know. wretched, isn't it?