The Fly1986

Seth Brundle:
[Seth and Ronnie try an experiment late at night. Seth takes a steak and cuts it in half. He cooks one half, and the other half is teleported then cooked. He hands one plate to Ronnie and cuts her a piece] Okay. Eat this, and I need an objective opinion.

Seth Brundle:
[Ronnie chews it and looks at Seth confused as to what he is doing] Yeah?

Ronnie:
Well, it could use some finesse, but um... it tastes like a steak.

Seth Brundle:
Mmm-hmm. [Cuts some steak] Now, I want you to try this... teleported half.

Ronnie:
Oh, are you serious? A monkey just came apart in there.

Seth Brundle:
Baboon... Eat.

Ronnie:
[Ronnie eats it] Oh... Oh, oh, tastes funny. [Spits it in a napkin]

Seth Brundle:
Funny? How?

Ronnie:
It tastes um... synthetic.

Seth Brundle:
[Seth smiles and takes the napkin] Mmm-hmm.

Ronnie:
[smiles with intrigue] So, what have we proved?

Seth Brundle:
The computer is giving us its interpretation... of a steak. It's, uh translating it for us; it's rethinking it, rather than *reproducing* it, and something is getting lost in the translation.

Ronnie:
Me... I'm lost.

Seth Brundle:
The flesh. It should make the computer, uh crazy. Like those old ladies pinching babies. But it doesn't; not yet because I haven't taught the computer to be made crazy by the... [smiles at Ronnie] flesh. The poetry of the steak. So, I'm gonna start teaching it now.