Radar is too long in the tooth for fine detail.

I really wanted to talk to her. I just couldn't find an algorithm that fit.

We are not thinking machines.

If the rest of your brain were conscious, it would probably regard you as the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert

You are. I'm just fatalistically cheerful. We all come into the story halfway through, we all catch up as best we can, and we're all gonna die before it ends.

Are you kidding? That's the music of the spheres, commissar. It's beautiful. Like old jazz.

The most altruistic and sustainable philosophies fail before the brute brain stem imperative of self-interest.