No mechanism, flesh or otherwise, can avoid the perils of overwork.
Just because robots work for us, it doesn’t mean we can erase their memories whenever we like.
I’ve heard about what befell you. How you lost most of your body in the Central Asian War.[Epsilon]What is flesh compared to the loss of a loved one?[Abullah]
I got kids so I could die knowing my wife wouldn’t be all alone. And now that they’re here, I just want to stick around forever.
Humans seem content to leave stuff up to chance all the time, but I say you make your own luck.
Human memory is a very convenient thing. We have a great capacity to forget. Our lives would be tough indeed if we had to hang onto every painful reminder. Thus, forgetting is something of a balm.
Hatred and sorrow never leave once they’re in you. Hence their power. One may think they have burned themselves out, but the embers never truly grow cold.
Funny thing, parenthood. Before I had kids, I never gave a s*** what happened to me in a fight. I couldn’t be bothered, you know? But now? I want to live as long as I can so I get more time with them.[to Gesicht]
Does the hatred ever truly disappear, or is it a part of you forever, no matter how many times you try to erase it?[to Adolf]
Do you know what scares me the most? It’s me. I’m scared of myself now that I’ve learned how to hate.[to Adolf]
Computerized brains are not something a man creates. When pushed, they grow. The sting of frustration, profound sorrow. These are the things that push a robot’s brain to improve.[to Ochanomizu]
All you need to win most fights is a little experience under your belt. The rest of it’s dumb luck.
