A good book, indeed. Have it in my home library. Kind of wonder if anyone’s ever attempted the money transfer dodge the human protagonist used near the beginning of the story to fund his supercomputer access time…
(TUNE: “The Sounds Of Silence”, Simon & Garfunkel)
To the A.I. called GODOT,
I won’t even say “Hello.”
I’ll just sit and read the paper
While you plan your latest caper!
‘Til at last you crack, you’ve got to spill your guts,
Or go nuts!
The lack of sound …
Is SCIENCE!
To the poster called Andrew,
I will simply say “Me too.”
Now I’m wiser reading filks by Ed.
As you pour a drink I shake my head,
‘Til at last you learn, you must first set down your glass,
Or go “splash”!
That frightful sound …
Is whiskey!
“But Mister evil robot, we don’t want to die!”
“YOUR WANTS ARE IMMATERIAL!”
When Harlie Was Three
Holy crap, somebody else who’s read that book!
A good book, indeed. Have it in my home library. Kind of wonder if anyone’s ever attempted the money transfer dodge the human protagonist used near the beginning of the story to fund his supercomputer access time…
Zen & the Art of Interrogation.
Why psychologists get paid as much as they do.
They also serve who sit and wait.
Well, patience is a virtue after all.
With science!
(I’m going to keep repeating that until I get to a comic where it doesn’t fit… this may be a while…)
(TUNE: “The Sounds Of Silence”, Simon & Garfunkel)
To the A.I. called GODOT,
I won’t even say “Hello.”
I’ll just sit and read the paper
While you plan your latest caper!
‘Til at last you crack, you’ve got to spill your guts,
Or go nuts!
The lack of sound …
Is SCIENCE!
Ed, you will receive the bill for cleaning up my computer. You do not want to spit up whiskey while laughing. Burns like hell! *shakes fist*
To the poster called Andrew,
I will simply say “Me too.”
Now I’m wiser reading filks by Ed.
As you pour a drink I shake my head,
‘Til at last you learn, you must first set down your glass,
Or go “splash”!
That frightful sound …
Is whiskey!
… and Tip once more reveals the awesomeness that lies under the vain, womanising shell.
Heh. Nobody likes being ignored.
Are you afraid of silence, Mrs. Peacock? . . . Well, it just seems to me that you are. You seem to suffer from what we call “pressure of speech.”
Didn’t Helen use this method on Artie to get her “change dave into madblood” ray tested?
Never mind – I found the passage – She said it wasn’t ready to test, then Artie and Dave got drunk and Artie convinced Dave to test it.
Sociable omnicidal maniacs tend to be chronically discontented.
Everybody likes a listener.
This page, somehow, looks like it was really easy to draw.
With some of the stuff Jeff has me drawing in the next few weeks, it all balances out. YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, JEFF.
Counting on the one thing megalomaniacs all have in common.
Their insatiable desire to brag.