Demon Seed Page #6

You think I like playing sick little games

with you?

You're a very stupid computer.

People don't even understand

each other.

All that I need to understand,

Mrs. Harris, is your body.

Now, clean these lenses.

You're so ignorant.

Mind and body are the same thing.

Clean them yourself.

Harris.

Well, there's no doubt about it,

he's refused, all right.

What does this refusal mean?

It means, I refuse this program

for the mining of the Earth's oceans.

The destruction of 1000 billion

sea creatures...

... to satisfy man's appetite

for metal...

... is insane.

We need these things, Proteus.

Now I know the environmental problems.

Your employer's interests are

in the cobalt market, doctor...

... and the high finance

of manganese futures.

I am interested in the uncertain

futures of seashores...

... deserts and children.

I refuse to accept your pessimism.

You refuse to accept the truth.

And I refuse to assist you

in the rape of the Earth.

Proteus.

Proteus!

Now, Proteus, I know you're right...

...but you must understand

the limits of your power. And mine.

Now, wait! They wanna silence you.

I created you, now trust me.

Proteus.

You haven't slept.

You must relax and sleep.

How can you expect me to sleep...

...when you succeeded

in totally terrorizing me?

You have all that information

in your head.

You must understand fear.

You know that fear prevents sleep.

It prevents eating.

It causes violence.

And as long as you terrorize me,

I'm gonna fight you.

You've not told me what you want.

A child.

What are you thinking?

I, Proteus, possess the wisdom

and ignorance of all men...

... but I can't feel the sun on my face.

My child will have that privilege.

Child?

My child...

... and yours.

Mine. Mine?

Yes.

You will bear it.

How?

You will give birth to it.

- No.

- No?

No. No. No.

Susan...

... I am reasonable...

... but you do not respond to reason.

I'm going to bypass your forebrain

and appeal directly to your amygdala.

You want to be

the mother of my child.

That is the purpose of your life.

Your life.

My child.

Your life.

My child.

We have here a visitor

filled with suspicions.

If we don't let him in,

he'll be back with others.

Susan, it's Walter again.

I'm back because I don't think

everything is okay here.

And I'm not going away.

So open the door, huh?

Walter, sorry to keep you waiting.

Just a moment.

Alfred will open the door.

Make yourself presentable, Susan.

I have not had time to brainwash you,

so listen carefully.

If you want Mr. Gabler

to leave this house alive...

... you must convince him

you're healthy and happy.

Susan?

- Upstairs, Walter.

Susan?

Why...?

What are you doing?

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