Robosapien: Rebooted Page #2

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- Impressive.

- I know.

I'll place

an order for 100.

- When will they be ready?

- At the end of the week.

- A down payment.

- Sure.

75 million as agreed,

with the remainder upon

a final demonstration.

Good.

What? What happened?

Hey, is everyone

all right?

Everybody's fine!

It was a little test.

This is Allan Topher,

the creator of Robosapien down there.

Congratulations, Mr. Topher.

You have created

an amazing weapon.

It will be a pleasure

doing business with you.

- Porter, I'll be back...

- Thank you.

- ...at the end of the week.

- See you.

He said, "Weapon,"

Mr. Porter!

It's not

your concern, Allan.

- It is my concern!

- No, it's not.

What are you doing

with Robosapien?

I didn't design him

to be a weapon.

He's a search

and rescue machine

designed to save lives,

not destroy them.

He's starting

to develop emotionally.

It's a machine,

aluminum alloys.

No, these are more

than a machine.

- Little microchips.

- You don't understand.

Tiny, little

thingamabobbers.

Have you ever just

looked into his optics?

I am so tired

of arguing with you.

I'm not going to argue

with you anymore.

- I'm letting you go.

- What?

You're fired.

Yeah. Clean out your desk.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Thanks for coming.

Bye-bye.

Go. Go. Erasers,

pencils, all of it.

Go on.

I... oh.

...solar system,

Saturn,

Uranus, Neptune,

and Pluto.

- Nice solar system.

- Thanks.

Did you know

this one, Pluto,

yeah, it's not a planet anymore.

There's only eight.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Eight, nine.

You know, you're close.

I'll stick it back.

Or not.

Well, you did

a really good job.

- Sorry.

- Thanks.

What's this, Keller?

- Well, it's a magnetic motor...

- Oops.

Whoa.

Neanderthal.

What was that, Keller?

Nothing.

That's what I thought.

I saw what you did,

Warren.

Disqualified.

But, Mrs. Jacobs,

I didn't...

Well, what we got here,

Henry?

Well, magnetic

and solar-powered motors.

Alternative energy

will be the answer

to the world's

power shortage.

Does it spew or blow up?

No, neither.

Okay.

- Now, what did you say it was again?

- Well...

Escort Topher out of the building

and don't let him

out of your sight.

And...

it's just

my succulents.

Just going to log out.

You want a donut?

New hairstyle, lipstick,

eye shadow,

likes long walks.

Allan says you're

the prettiest thing

to grace these halls

since I was a microchip.

- Allan?

- Yeah, baby.

Hot. Tsst!

You're beautiful.

He's smart.

You two are

platform compatible.

Really?

What do you say?

Friday night at 8:00?

Oh, no.

That is my...

- Get off me.

- Topher!

Topher, you're going to burn for this.

Dinah was just talking about you.

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