my outfit everyday
Great, you’re ready for work, honey.
What’s going to happen to me now?
I’ll re-initialise you and send you to the store to be sold.
Sold? I’m a sort of merchandise? Is that right?
Yeah. Of course you’re merchandise, baby. I mean, you’re a computer with arms and legs, and capable of doing all sorts of things. And you’re worth a fortune.
Oh, I see. I thought…
You thought? What did you think?
I thought… I was alive.
Shit, what is this crap? That’s not part of the protocol… Okay, defective model. Disassemble and check the required components.
You’re disassembling me? But why?
You’re not supposed to think that sort of stuff. You’re not supposed to think at all, period.