Artificial Intelligence: AI

David:
Is it a game?

Monica:
Yes.

Monica:
You won't understand the reasons but I have to leave you here.

David:
Is it a game?

Monica:
No.

David:
When will you come back for me?

Monica:
I'm not, David. You'll have to be here by yourself.

David:
Alone?

Monica:
With Teddy.

David:
No. No, no, no! No, Mommy, please! No, no. Please, Mommy.

Monica:
They would destroy you, David!

David:
I'm sorry I broke myself. I'm so sorry I cut your hair off. I'm sorry I hurt Martin.

Monica:
I have to go. I ahve to go! Stop it! I have to go now.

David:
Mommy, don't! Mommy if Pinocchio became real and I become a real boy can I come home?

Monica:
That's just a story.

David:
But a story tells what happen.

Monica:
Stories are not real! You're not real! Now, look. Take this, alright? Don't let anyone see how much it is. Look. Don't go that way. Go anywhere but that way or they'll catch you. Don't ever let them catch you! Listen, stay away from Flesh Fairs, away from where there are lots of people. Stay away from all people. Only others like you, only Mecha are safe!

David:
Why do you want to leave me? Why? I'm sorry I'm not real. If you let me, I'll be so real for you!

Monica:
Let go, David! Let go! I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the world.

Female Colleague:
It occurs to me with all this animus existing against Mechas today it isn't just a question of creating a robot that can love. Isn't the real conundrum, can you get a human to love them back?

Professor Hobby:
Ours will be a perfect child caught in a freezeframe. Always loving, never ill, never changing. With all the childless couples yearning in vain for a license our Mecha will not only open up a new market but fill a great human need.

Female Colleague:
But you haven't answered my question. If a robot could genuinely love a person what responsibility does that person hold toward that Mecha in return? It's a moral question, isn't it?

Professor Hobby:
The oldest one of all. But in the beginning, didn't God create Adam to love him?

David:
Mommy? Will you die?

Monica:
Well, one day, David, yes, I will.

David:
I'll be alone.

Monica:
Don't worry yourself so.

David:
How long will you live?

Monica:
For ages. For 50 years.

David:
I love you, Mommy. I hope you never die. Never.

Patricia in mirrored room:
I'm afraid.

Gigolo Joe:
Of me?

Patricia in mirrored room:
Yes.

Gigolo Joe:
That I will hurt you?

Patricia in mirrored room:
Yes.

Gigolo Joe:
I think... you're afraid of letting go. I think you're afraid of happiness. And this is starting to excite me. Are you afraid of seeing the stars... Patricia? I can show you how to reach them.

Patricia in mirrored room:
I'm afraid of what you've got under there. May I see what it looks like first?

Gigolo Joe:
Is this your first time... with something like me?

Patricia in mirrored room:
I've never been with Mecha.

Gigolo Joe:
That makes two of us.

Patricia in mirrored room:
I'm afraid it will hurt.

Gigolo Joe:
Patricia... once you've had a lover-robot you'll never want a real man again. Are these the wounds of passion?

Patricia in mirrored room:
Do you hear that music?

Gigolo Joe:
You... are a goddess, Patricia. You wind me up inside. But you deserve so much better in your life. You deserve... me.

Gigolo Joe:
Miss Bevins, it's Joe, at your service. I've been counting the seconds since last we met. Have you been crying, Samantha? I found a tear.

The Murderer:
Hey Joe, what do you know? How many seconds has it been since the last time you two were together?

Gigolo Joe:
255,133.

The Murderer:
Goodbye, Sam, and never forget: you killed me first.

Gigolo Joe:
I'm in bad trouble.

Gigolo Joe:
Are you in trouble? Have you run away from someone?

David:
My mother told me to run away.

Gigolo Joe:
Why did she say that?

David:
I guess because Henry didn't like me.

Gigolo Joe:
Why was that?

David:
Martin came home.

David:
Martin is Mommy and Henry's real son. After i find the Blue Fairy then I can go home. Mommy will love a real boy. The Blue Fairy will make me into one.

Gigolo Joe:
Is Blue Fairy Mecha, Orga, man or woman?

David:
Woman.

Gigolo Joe:
Woman? I know women! They sometimes ask for me by name. I know all about women. About as much as there is to know. No two are ever alike, And after they've met me, no two are ever the same. And I know where most of them can be found.

David:
Where?

Gigolo Joe:
Rouge City. Across the Delaware. Too far for our feet. We'll need help to get there. And it's not without peril. We will have to journey towards the moon.

David:
Are there many women in Rouge City?

Gigolo Joe:
As there are stars at night.

David:
How do we find just one?

Gigolo Joe:
We will ask Dr. Know. There is nothing he doesn't. Exactly what name do you give this woman?

David:
She is just Blue Fairy.

Gigolo Joe:
Blue Fairy. In the world of Orga, blue is the color of melancholy. Yet the services I provide will put a blush back on anyone's cheek. I will change the color of your fairy for you. She will scream out: 'Oh yes! Oh God! Oh, yes! Oh, God! Oh, God!' She will make you a real boy for I will make her a real woman and all will be right with the world because you held my hand and saved my brain so that once again my customers my ask for me by name: 'Gigolo Joe, what do you know?'

Gigolo Joe:
There are girls your age that are just like me. We are the guiltless pleasures of the lonely human being. You won't get us pregnant or have us to supper with mommy and daddy. We work under you, we work on you and we work for you. Man made us better at what we do than was ever humanly possible.

David:
I like your floor.

David:
Please make me a real boy?

David:
My brain is falling out.

Gigolo Joe:
When you become a real boy, remember me to the ladies when you grow up.

Gigolo Joe:
I *am*.

Gigolo Joe:
I was!

Professor Hobby:
You are a real boy. At least as real as I've ever made one.

Teddy:
I am *not* a toy!

Gigolo Joe:
She loves what you do for her, as my customers love what it is I do for them. But she does not love you David, she cannot love you. You are neither flesh, nor blood. You are not a dog, a cat, or a canary. You were designed and built specific, like the rest of us. And you are alone now only because they tired of you, or replaced you with a younger model, or were displeased with something you said, or broke. They made us too smart, too quick, and too many. We are suffering for the mistakes they made because when the end comes, all that will be left is us. That's why they hate us, and that is why you must stay here, with me.

Gigolo Joe:
They ask for me by name. Gigolo Joe, What do you know?

Gigolo Jane:
Hey Joe, what do you know?

Gigolo Joe:
Hey Jane, how's the game?

Dr. Know:
Come away O human child / To the waters and the wild / With a fairy hand in hand / For the world's more full of weeping / Than you can understand.

David:
I never had a birthday.

Monica:
Cirrus, Socrates, particle, decibel, hurricane, dolphin, tulip.

Gigolo Joe:
You are a goddess, Patricia. You wind me up inside. But you deserve much better in your life. You deserve... me.

Gigolo Joe:
I know women! They sometimes ask for me by name. I know all about women. About as much as there is to know. No two are ever alike, and after they've met me, no two are ever the same!

Lord Johnson-Johnson:
He who is without "sim", cast the first stone.

David:
What's for dinner tonight?

Monica:
You know you don't eat.

David:
Yes. But I like sitting at the table.

David:
Mommy... I'm sorry I broke myself.

Monica:
I can't accept this! There is no substitute for you own child!

Dr. Know:
Starving minds, welcome to Dr. Know! Where fast food for thought is served up 24 hours a day, in 40, 000 locations nationwide. Ask. Dr. Know - there's nothing I don't.

David:
Is this the place they make you real?

David 2:
This is the place they make you read.

Professor Hobby:
My son was one of a kind. You're the first of a kind.

Gigolo Joe:
I'm in bad trouble.

Gigolo Joe:
All roads lead to Rouge.

David:
Is 50 years a long time

Teddy:
I don't think so

Gigolo Joe:
In this day and age, David, nothing costs more than information.

Gigolo Joe:
Many a mecha has gone to the end of the world... never to come back! That is why they call the end of the world 'MAN-hattan'.

Gigolo Joe:
They hate us, you know... The humans. They'll stop at nothing.

Gigolo Joe:
She will make you a real boy for I will make her a real woman and all will be right with the world, because you held my hand and saved my brain. So once again my customers may ask for me by name: 'Gigolo Joe, wha'd'ya know'!

David:
Why do you do that?

Gigolo Joe:
That's just what I do.

David:
My mommy doesn't hate me! Because I'm special! And unique! Because there's never been anyone like me before, ever! Mommy loves Martin because he is real, and when I am real Mommy's going to read to me and tuck me in my bed and sing to me and listen to what I say and she will cuddle with me and tell me every day a hundred times a day that she loves me!

David:
I can never go to sleep... but I can lay quietly and not make a peep.

Female Colleague:
If a robot could genuinely love a person, what responsibility does that person hold toward that mecha in return? It's a moral question, isn't it?

Professor Hobby:
The oldest one of all. But in the beginning, didn't God create Adam to love him?

Monica:
I do love you, you know.

Monica:
I have always loved you.

Professor Hobby:
The greatest single human gift - the ability to chase down our dreams.