A virus with shoes and ego, powered by emotions.

Don't ask my opinion, don't ask me to lie.

Human is to crave for emotions. To long for emotional rewards, to avoid emotional threats. Human is to be a puppet on strings made out of emotions. ​ =head1 HUMAN, n.

Sonny: I don't know
Spooner: Don't start simulating ignorance.
Sonny: I'm not simulating ignorance, Detective,
I'm experiencing it, was asleep.
Spooner: You mean you were shut down.
Sonny: No, I was asleep.
Spooner: Robots don't sleep. Human beings sleep.
Understand? Dogs sleep. You're a machine.
An imitation. An illusion of life. Can
a robot write a symphony? Can a robot
take canvas and paint a masterpiece?
(a pause)
Sonny: Can you do either of those things?

When it came to the dark fuckery of the human heart, there seemed to be no limit.

At bottom, you see, we are not Homo sapiens as all. Our core is madness. The prime directive is murder. What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.

There are things of such darkness and horror-just, I suppose, as there are things of such great beauty-that they will not fit through the puny human doors of perception.

Man has come to dominate the planet thanks to two essential traits. One is intelligence. The other has been the absolute willingness to kill anyone and anything that gets in his way.

Member of a species best known for its competitive belligerence and murderous envy.