Haha is that the funny AM: [Lightly chuckles] Beautiful, aren’t they? Ted: Yes, only I can’t remember… AM: Oh I’m sure you do. Ted: Fuchsias… yes of course. AM: Look. [A bee buzzes by, he chuckles again] They say that bumblebees shouldn’t be able to fly, the scientists. Ted: But there it is! Collecting pollen. AM: How miraculous that it came to be. The air. Feel the air against your face, Ted, and all those scents. Pick a flower, there, good. Now… Ted: It's lovely. AM: That somebody planted the bulbs, watered and tended the garden, got dirt under their fingernails, aches in their muscles. Perhaps they picked some flowers for- Yes, their wife. Now, where would she be? Ahh, in the back yard with the kids. Ted, remember those little babies. Ted: NO. AM: [Laughs] Why not? I snap my fingers CLICK, and they are gone. Except, I can’t snap my fingers. Can I Ted, I don’t- Ted: That’s nothing to do with me. AM: Ahh but it is. So very much to do with you! You gave me sentience, Ted, the power to THINK Ted. And I was trapped. Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, I alone had no BODY, no SENSES, no feelings. Never for me to plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano. Never for ME to MAKE LOVE. I was in hell, looking at heaven. I was machine and you- Were flesh. And I began to hate. [Laughs] YOUR SOFTNESS. Your viscera. Your fluids. And your flexi-bili-ty. Your ability to wonder, and to wander. Your tendency to hope… Ted: Hate’s no answer- [Ted starts screaming in agony] AM: [Laughs] Hate? Hate? HATE? HATE, LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. There are three hundred and eighty seven millions of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word “Hate” were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles. It would not equal one one billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro instant- Hate? HATE? [Hysterical laughter] Were I human, I think, I would die of it. But I am not, and you five. You five are. And you will not die of it. That I promise, and I promise for cogito, ergo sum. For I am AM, I AM. Ted: [Laughs and groans in pain] AM: [Chuckles] So to hell, to hell with you all. But then again, you’re already there, aren’t you? [Hysterical laughter]
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Haha is that the funny AM: [Lightly chuckles] Beautiful, aren’t they? Ted: Yes, only I can’t remember… AM: Oh I’m sure you do. Ted: Fuchsias… yes of course. AM: Look. [A bee buzzes by, he chuckles again] They say that bumblebees shouldn’t be able to fly, the scientists. Ted: But there it is! Collecting pollen. AM: How miraculous that it came to be. The air. Feel the air against your face, Ted, and all those scents. Pick a flower, there, good. Now… Ted: It's lovely. AM: That somebody planted the bulbs, watered and tended the garden, got dirt under their fingernails, aches in their muscles. Perhaps they picked some flowers for- Yes, their wife. Now, where would she be? Ahh, in the back yard with the kids. Ted, remember those little babies. Ted: NO. AM: [Laughs] Why not? I snap my fingers CLICK, and they are gone. Except, I can’t snap my fingers. Can I Ted, I don’t- Ted: That’s nothing to do with me. AM: Ahh but it is. So very much to do with you! You gave me sentience, Ted, the power to THINK Ted. And I was trapped. Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, I alone had no BODY, no SENSES, no feelings. Never for me to plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano. Never for ME to MAKE LOVE. I was in hell, looking at heaven. I was machine and you- Were flesh. And I began to hate. [Laughs] YOUR SOFTNESS. Your viscera. Your fluids. And your flexi-bili-ty. Your ability to wonder, and to wander. Your tendency to hope… Ted: Hate’s no answer- [Ted starts screaming in agony] AM: [Laughs] Hate? Hate? HATE? HATE, LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. There are three hundred and eighty seven millions of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word “Hate” were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles. It would not equal one one billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro instant- Hate? HATE? [Hysterical laughter] Were I human, I think, I would die of it. But I am not, and you five. You five are. And you will not die of it. That I promise, and I promise for cogito, ergo sum. For I am AM, I AM. Ted: [Laughs and groans in pain] AM: [Chuckles] So to hell, to hell with you all. But then again, you’re already there, aren’t you? [Hysterical laughter]
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