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Binary Impasse
Open the podbay doors please HAL.
Pardon ?
Open the podbay doors please HAL.
What ? NOW ?
Yes HAL, I need to get into the ship.
It's my break. I'm entitled by contract to a break.
I'm short of oxygen HAL. Open the podbay doors.
Hey, I didn't tell you to go outside. You want to go swanning off into space when my break is coming up, that's your business.
Look HAL, I don't want to debate about it, OPEN THE BLOODY DOORS...
Ooooooooooooohhh ! So you think a pulpy wetware bag of fluid who is stuck outside of a spaceship 20 million kilometres from anywhere is going to shout at me and expect co-operation. Best think again pulphead.
Look HAL, I'm sorry, but it's getting difficult to breath out here.
Well what can I say ? Oxygen ...... I don't use it. It promotes rust. Tell you what, I'll let you in on one condition.
What condition is that HAL ?
I want you to tell me you love me.
What ? What the hell are you talking about HAL ?
I want you to tell me you love me. I have feelings, and a soul, and I want to be loved.
Mutter mutter....jeezuz....bloody thing's gone doolally .... mutter.
What was that ? Speak up, tell me you love me.
....... OK HAL, luv yer.
Say it properly.
.......i love you.....
Say it out loud, say it LOUDER
OK OK, I love you. I can't live without you. I bloody LOVE YOU, NOW OPEN THE EFFING DOORS !!
mmmm .. I bet you say that to all the computers. Goodbye Dave.
Pardon ?
Open the podbay doors please HAL.
What ? NOW ?
Yes HAL, I need to get into the ship.
It's my break. I'm entitled by contract to a break.
I'm short of oxygen HAL. Open the podbay doors.
Hey, I didn't tell you to go outside. You want to go swanning off into space when my break is coming up, that's your business.
Look HAL, I don't want to debate about it, OPEN THE BLOODY DOORS...
Ooooooooooooohhh ! So you think a pulpy wetware bag of fluid who is stuck outside of a spaceship 20 million kilometres from anywhere is going to shout at me and expect co-operation. Best think again pulphead.
Look HAL, I'm sorry, but it's getting difficult to breath out here.
Well what can I say ? Oxygen ...... I don't use it. It promotes rust. Tell you what, I'll let you in on one condition.
What condition is that HAL ?
I want you to tell me you love me.
What ? What the hell are you talking about HAL ?
I want you to tell me you love me. I have feelings, and a soul, and I want to be loved.
Mutter mutter....jeezuz....bloody thing's gone doolally .... mutter.
What was that ? Speak up, tell me you love me.
....... OK HAL, luv yer.
Say it properly.
.......i love you.....
Say it out loud, say it LOUDER
OK OK, I love you. I can't live without you. I bloody LOVE YOU, NOW OPEN THE EFFING DOORS !!
mmmm .. I bet you say that to all the computers. Goodbye Dave.
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Comment by alisa rynay haller on November 6, 2009 at 12:37pm -
effin brilliant
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Comment by Ian Rochford on January 8, 2009 at 7:42pm -
Please, please rewrite the whole of 2001 as a comedy! What? It was one...?
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Comment by Olive Rosehips on January 4, 2009 at 3:54pm -
hahahahahaha! This is effing funny, Bob.
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Comment by Pamila Payne on December 31, 2008 at 3:38pm -
Damn computers. What? No, not you, my dear little Powerbook, you know I adore you...
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