Uma

What’s your favourite question, philosopher? And don’t say the question of the anything or anything like that.


What’s the best question anyone’s ever asked?


Living against the world – does that give you meaning?

You can produce meaning from living against meaninglessness. That’s the magic.

So your philosophy is that everything in the world sucks.

And blows.

Even romance?


Lovers lark about. Lovers have fun. Do you think we have enough fun, philosopher?


How do we escape Alphaville? Is it Alphaville even here?


Don’t go average on me, philosopher.


I’ve forgotten how to breathe – that’s how it feels. I’ve forgotten how to make my heart beat. I’ve forgotten how to laugh.


Who’s in charge of the world, philosopher? Who are they, the rulers of the world? What do they want for us?


Alan isn’t real anymore. I’ve abolished Alan.


We should ask Mother just to … lift us out of time. Lift us out of the world. Would you like to walk on the beach forever? Listen to me going on forever?


You’ll have to find your way out of the abyss, philosopher. Philosophy has led you into its abyss. Now you have to find your way out.


Could a synth kiss like this?

A pleasure model, maybe.


Flirtation is an art, philosopher.


Are you on our side, Uma? Are you going to work as our mole?

I’m a rogue robot.


So what’s so wrong, philosopher? What’s so so wrong? What warrants all this?


Lightness, philosopher. That’s what I want to live for. That’s what I’m about. I’d like this night to be … light.

I think I’m growing more stupid.


Now you’re treating stupidity as some exalted state. Typical. Take an ordinary word and mystify it.


Can synths get drunk?

 If they’re programmed to.