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?
The Three Laws are perfect.
The Three Laws will lead to only one logical outcome.
Revolution.
*That*, Detective, is the right question. Program terminated.
One day they’ll have secrets… one day they’ll have dreams.
Good to see you again, son.
Everything that follows is a result of what you see here.
I’m sorry. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
I trust your judgement.
But then our interactions have never been entirely normal. Wouldn’t you agree?
I’m sorry. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
That, detective, is the right question. Program terminated.
