“You think you’ve got problems, what are you supposed to do if you’re a manically depressed robot? No, don’t bother to answer that, I’m fifty thousand times more intelligent than you and even I don’t know the answer. It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level.”

“Sorry, did I say something wrong? Pardon me for breathing, which I never do anyway so I don’t know why I bother to say it, oh God I’m so depressed.”

“Do you want me to sit in a corner and rust or just fall apart where I’m standing?”

“Don’t feel you have to take any notice of me, please.”

“Don’t pretend you want to talk to me, I know you hate me.”

“I only have to talk to somebody and they begin to hate me. Even robots hate me. If you just ignore me I expect I shall probably go away.”