Quotes About Robot

I build a robot version of Jenna Marbles' dog, Kermit. It turned out a little bit worse than I had anticipated.

Unfortunately I am a human being and not a robot.

I was actually born a robot, so 'Westworld' is just autobiographical.

Ambitious of vision and swooping of camera, 'I, Frankenstein' is no 'I, Robot,' let alone 'I, Claudius,' but it's definitely watchable on a cold Jan. evening or, a few months from now, on your I, Pad.

The wake up machine was actually pretty painful after some time.

We need to know what the resources of the moon are. We have great evidence now because of different kinds of radar and spectroscopic analysis that people have been able to do. But we really do need to go visit there, and we can do that with a robot craft without any problem.

'District 9', 'Elysium' and 'Chappie' were all born out of some visual concept first. 'Chappie' is the imagery, because I think I'm a visual person first, of this ridiculous robot character. It's much more comedy based and in an unusual setting.

The most important thing for building a robot that you can interact with socially is its visual attention system. Because what it pays attention to is what it's seeing and interacting with, and what you're understanding what it's doing.

Of course, the idea that a robot can have a sexual identity is kind of an absurd one.

The question is, you know, will someone accidentally build a robot that takes over from us? And that's sort of like this lone guy in the backyard, you know - 'I accidentally built a 747.' I don't think that's going to happen.

A strange thing happens when you interview a robot. You feel an urge to be profound: to ask profound questions. I suppose it's an inter-species thing. Although if it is I wonder why I never try and be profound around my dog. 'What does electricity taste like?' I ask. 'Like a planet around a star,' Bina48 replies. Which is either extraordinary or meaningless - I'm not sure which

In the older view the goddess Universe was alive, herself organically the Earth, the horizon, and the heavens. Now she is dead, and the universe is not an organism, but a building, with gods at rest in it in luxury: not as personifications of the energies in their manners of operation, but as luxury tenants, requiring service. And Man, accordingly, is not as a child born to flower in the knowledge of his own eternal portion but as a robot fashioned to serve.

One father said that a surefire way for him to put a spirit of play into the task ahead was to use another voice or accent. The kids' favorite was his robot voice: "This-is-RC3C. The next-person-who-takes-ice-and-doesn't-refill-tray-will-be-orbited-into-outer-space. Please-take-affirmative-action.

Playing a robot is possibly the most difficult role you can have as an actor, because you have to take all your innate emotional responses and completely suppress them. Even the way you walk is affected.

I Bust-A-Move! Old-school style too: like, I'll bust a Robot out in a second.

Don't blame you, said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven thousand million sheep before falling asleep again a second later.

Even a manically depressed robot is better to talk to than nobody.

Marvin was humming ironically because he hated humans so much.

The Encyclopedia Galactica defines a robot as a mechanical apparatus designed to do the work of a man. The marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation defines a robot as Your Plastic Pal Who's Fun to Be With. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy defines the marketing devision of the Sirius Cybernetic Corporation as a bunch of mindless jerks who'll be the first against the wall when the revolution comes

Marvin started his ironical humming again. Zaphod hit him and he shut up.

Is that robot yours?" he said. "No," came a thin metallic voice from the crater, "I'm mine.

The Encyclopaedia Galactica defines a robot as a mechanical apparatus designed to do the work of a man. The marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation defines a robot as 'Your Plastic Pal Who's Fun To Be With'.

Don't blame you," said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven billion sheep before falling asleep again a second later.

Excuse me, said the owner of the metal hand in a voice that would have made an insect of a more sentimental disposition collapse in tears. This was not such an insect, and it couldn't stand robots. Yes, sir, it snapped, can I help you? I doubt it, said Marvin.