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Tarissa : You going to work all day?
Dyson : I'm sorry, baby. This thing is just kicking my ass. I
thought we had it with this one... but the output went to shit after three
seconds. I'm thinking now it's the way I'm matrixing the command hierarchies...
Tarissa : You need a break. You'll see it clear when you come back.
Dyson : I can't
Tarissa : Miles, it's Sunday. You promised to take the kids to Raging
Waters today.
Dyson : Oh. I can't, honey. I'm on a roll
here. Baby, this thing is going to blow 'em all away. It's a neural-net process
--
Tarissa : I know. You told me. It's a neural-net processor. It
thinks and learns like we do. It's superconducting at room temperature. Other
computer are pocket calculators by comparison.
But why is that so goddamn important, Miles? I really need to know, 'cause I
feel like I'm going crazy here, sometimes.
Dyson : I'm sorry, honey, it's just that I'm this close. Imagine a jetline
with a pilot that never makes a mistake, never gets tired, never shows up to
work with a hangover. (he taps the prototype)
Meet the pilot.
Tarissa : Why did you marry me, Miles? Why did we have these two children?
You don't need us. Your heart and your mind are in here. (she stares at
the metal box in her hands)
But it doesn't love you like we do.
Dyson : I'm sorry.
Tarissa : How about spending some time with your other babies? |
