Hank: Nice view, huh? I used to come here a lot, before.
-STOP DRINKING Connor: You should stop drinking, Lieutenant. It could have serious consequences for your health. Hank: That's the idea. -PERSONAL QUESTION Connor: Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant? Hank: Do all androids ask so many personal questions or is it just you? --SUICIDE Connor: Why are you so determined to kill yourself? Hank: Some things I just can't forget. Whatever I do they're always there... eatin' away at me. I don't have the guts to pull the trigger, so I kill myself a little every day. That's probably difficult for you to understand, huh, Connor? Nothing very rational about it.
Connor: We're not making any progress on this investigation. The deviants have nothing in common. They're all different models produced at different times, in different places. Hank: Well there must be some link.
-SHOCK Connor: We know the deviants experienced an emotional shock. A violent trauma, or a sense of injustice. Hank: Those girls at the Eden Club sure had a reason to feel a sense of injustice.
Connor: You seem preoccupied, Lieutenant. Is it something to do with what happened back at the Eden Club? Hank: Those two girls... they just wanted to be together. They really seemed... in love.
-RATIONAL Connor: They can simulate human emotions, but they're machines, and machines don't feel anything.
Hank: What about you, Connor? You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?
-NEUTRAL Connor: I'm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant. Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine, designed to accomplish a task. (HANK ^)
Hank: You could've shot those two girls, but you didn't. Why didn't you shoot, Connor? Hm? Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?
-TRUTH Connor: No! I just decided not to shoot. That's all. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^; HANK ^)
Hank: But are you afraid to die, Connor?
-YES Connor: I would certainly find it regrettable to be... interrupted... before I could finish this investigation. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Hank: What'll happen if I pull this trigger? Hm? Nothing? Oblivion? Android heaven?
-NOTHING Connor: Nothing. There would be nothing....
[HANK LEFT CONNOR ALONE]
Connor: Where are you going? Hank: To get drunker. I need to think.
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THE BRIDGE
Hank: Nice view, huh? I used to come here a lot, before.
-STOP DRINKING
Connor: You should stop drinking, Lieutenant. It could have serious consequences for your health.
Hank: That's the idea.
-PERSONAL QUESTION
Connor: Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?
Hank: Do all androids ask so many personal questions or is it just you?
--SUICIDE
Connor: Why are you so determined to kill yourself?
Hank: Some things I just can't forget. Whatever I do they're always there... eatin' away at me. I don't have the guts to pull the trigger, so I kill myself a little every day. That's probably difficult for you to understand, huh, Connor? Nothing very rational about it.
Connor: We're not making any progress on this investigation. The deviants have nothing in common. They're all different models produced at different times, in different places.
Hank: Well there must be some link.
-SHOCK
Connor: We know the deviants experienced an emotional shock. A violent trauma, or a sense of injustice.
Hank: Those girls at the Eden Club sure had a reason to feel a sense of injustice.
Connor: You seem preoccupied, Lieutenant. Is it something to do with what happened back at the Eden Club?
Hank: Those two girls... they just wanted to be together. They really seemed... in love.
-RATIONAL
Connor: They can simulate human emotions, but they're machines, and machines don't feel anything.
Hank: What about you, Connor? You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?
-NEUTRAL
Connor: I'm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant. Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine, designed to accomplish a task. (HANK ^)
Hank: You could've shot those two girls, but you didn't. Why didn't you shoot, Connor? Hm? Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?
-TRUTH
Connor: No! I just decided not to shoot. That's all. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^; HANK ^)
Hank: But are you afraid to die, Connor?
-YES
Connor: I would certainly find it regrettable to be... interrupted... before I could finish this investigation. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Hank: What'll happen if I pull this trigger? Hm? Nothing? Oblivion? Android heaven?
-NOTHING
Connor: Nothing. There would be nothing....
[HANK LEFT CONNOR ALONE]
Connor: Where are you going?
Hank: To get drunker. I need to think.