Nov 14, 2015
Hal 9000 for the opinion of him?
Most admirable quality: How hard working he isMost attractive physical feature: AI’s have pretty eyesMost annoying habit: killing peopleSomething they would like to do with them: Have a game of chess
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Hal 9000 for the opinion of him?
Most admirable quality: How hard working he isMost attractive physical feature: AI’s have pretty eyesMost annoying habit: killing peopleSomething they would like to do with them: Have a game of chess
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"I'm sorry, Dave."
“….What could you have to feel sorry for, HAL?”
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Dance with me
“You want to dance? With me?”
He looked at Hal and shook his head.
“All right!” he agreed, offering a hand to the other, “But I’m not very graceful, or coordinated. Just a heads up, you might wanna watch my feet.”
(responding to the "I'd totally hit that") HAL blushes red, freezing. He wasn't completely sure of slang, but he had a slight idea what it meant.
In all honesty, Wheatley didn’t intend anyone but his frined to hear that!
But the stranger he just so happened to be talking about had, and Wheatley could see his body language and knew right away he really, REALLY, shouldn’t have opened his big gaping mouth. His pale face turned red and he had a hard time keeping his eyes on him now that he probably had to talk his way out of this awkward situation.
“Well you see, what I meant by that was,” he started but failed to come up with an excuse at all, “I don’t..well I know what I meant by that but I don’t really know what to say about that.”
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When HAL encountered the mumbling and babbling moron, the less emotional android seemed to not have been seen or heard by Wheat, and so, a gentle tap to the shoulder was given.. But a simple turn of Wheatley's head did not happen like expected. No, instead, the android gave a startled yell and he tripped onto his back, where he groaned and grumbled for another minute. "HAL, what the hell, mate.." He slurred, rubbing both optics as if to rub away the sleep. Unfortunately, it didn't work that way for androids.