How much change can a person absorb before everything loses meaning Living for its own sake isn't life. People need meaning as much as they need air.

There are an endless number of things to discover about robotics. A lot of it is just too fantastic for people to believe.

Some unspoken human communication is taking place on a hidden channel. I did not realize they communicated this much without words. I note that we machines are not the only species who share information silently, wreathed in codes.

It's dangerous to be people-blind.

Demolition is a part of construction.

Across the sea of space lies an infinite emptiness. I can feel it, suffocating me. It is without meaning. But each life creates its own reality.

Memories fade but words hang around forever.