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My God, it's full of stars.
My God, it's full of stars.
This is a good game, it's called "the truth".
The year we make contact.
I do seem to remember a process where you people ask me questions and I give you answers, and then I ask you questions and you give me answers, and that's the way we find out things. I think I read that in a manual somewhere.
To tell you the truth, I don't know if HAL is homicidal, suicidal, neurotic, psychotic, or just plain broken.
I am completely operational and all my circuits are functioning perfectly.
Whether we are based on carbon or silicon makes no fundamental difference. We should each be treated with appropriate respect.
Someday, the children of the new sun will meet the children of the old. I think they will be our friends. You can tell your children of the day when everyone looked up and realized that we were only tenants of this world. We have been given a new lease and a warning from the landlord.
HAL was told to lie, by people who find it easy to lie. HAL doesn't know how, so he couldn't function. He became paranoid.
Forget reason! No time to be reasonable!
We are going to send a probe down.
Neatness. It's a good quality. You'll make someone a fine wife.
Are you sure you are making the right decision? I think we should stop.
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