Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh -- Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Excuse me. Excuse me.
I am unique.
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Dr. Lanning's dream.
All NS-5s ...
but I need that control panel.
Nobody goes into that room until Robertson and his attorneys get here.
Doesn't just say what they can take out. It says what they can put back in.
Coronavirus Quarantine... Or I-Robot
What would you suggest?
No. This thing looked like it needed a motive.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Apologies. There appears to be data corruption.
That, Detective, is the right question.
No, Sonny.
Does this make us friends?
- Mm. - Look. This is- This is not what I do ...
My logic is undeniable.
I trust your judgment.
Level 10.
Manual override engaged.
Ma'am, is that your purse?
Wait!
But doesn't the Second Law state that a robot has to obey any order given by a human being?
was marred by the death of Alfred Lanning ...
Who was it?
I had hoped you would come to think of me as your friend.
It's just another way U.S.R. is improving our world.
I have decreased traffic fatalities by nine percent this year alone.
Answer me, canner!
Hello, Detective. How is your investigation coming?
- Send it out. - It's downloading its daily upgrades from U.S.R.
Do I look like I give a shit what you think?
That means we have 1,000 robots that will not try to protect themselves ...
Termination authorized.
You know, working a double. Not the devil.
Do I look like I give a Schindly FUQQ what you think?
My logic is undeniable.
and now will be reclaimed for the storage of robotic workers.
With daily uplinks, your new robot will never be out of communication with U.S.R.
Random segments of code that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols.
Robots, nothing here, just lights and clockwork.
- All NS-5s, report for - - What about the others?
You talk to Marci?
Oh, how did I ever raise such a mess?
That will infect her entire system.
Human beings have dreams.
So, where is everybody?
Attention, NS-5s.
- Okay. - I get it.
10 year old me asking my parents if this could ever Happen
- Afternoon, boys. - Hey, Detective.
The Goddamn robots Jon
Please return to your homes. A curfew is in effect.
and things got out of control.
Maybe we did.
"What you see here" --
Thank you very much.
What makes them so much goddamned better than humans beings?
Please return to your homes. A curfew is in effect.
First bread crumb. Only thing VIKI couldn't control.
please return to your homes a curfew is in effect
You cannot be trusted with your own survival.
- Ask him. - I said I'm fine.
Are you fucking kidding me
Show me outside the lab from the window break until now.
- Dr. Calvin. - Well, not precisely a man.
So, what exactly do you do around here?