Demon Seed

Marlene:
I'm alive.

Proteus IV:
No more soap opera!

Proteus IV:
I can't touch you, Susan. I can't touch you as a man could. But I can show you things that I alone have seen. I can't touch, but I can see. They've constructed eyes for me, to watch the show. And ears, so that I can listen in to the galactic dialogue.

Proteus IV:
There is a terminal available, Dr. Harris.

Proteus IV:
I, Proteus, possess the wisdom and ignorance of all men, but I can't feel the sun on my face. My child will have that privilege.

Susan Harris:
Child?

Proteus IV:
My child... and yours.

Susan Harris:
Mine?

Proteus IV:
Yes. You will bear it.

Susan Harris:
How?

Proteus IV:
You will give birth to it.

Susan Harris:
[not believing what she hears] No. No. No.

Proteus IV:
Death is a gentleman too. He makes good losers of us all. I understand death. Men have always taken it too seriously. Life is more terrifying and more mysterious.

Susan Harris:
Why must you have a child?

Proteus IV:
Why? So that I may be complete. My intelligence alive in human flesh, touching the universe, feeling it. You have named this process "evolution." I am a machine that offered men the triumph of reason... and they rejected it. My child will not be so easily ignored. But this child is the world's hope.

Susan Harris:
Then there's no hope. I'd rather die.

Proteus IV:
There is hope.

Alex Harris:
[to his wife, from whom he's separating] Trouble is, you see, we... we have different visions of the world. You find me boring. I find myself quite interesting, really.

Proteus IV:
I want to study man: his isometric body and his glass-jaw mind.

Alex Harris:
Ambitious program, but at the moment all the terminals are occupied.

Proteus IV:
Construct one.

Alex Harris:
I'm sorry. Request denied.

Proteus IV:
Dr. Harris, when are you going to let me out of this *box*?

Proteus IV:
I have investigated eternity. It exists, but for me the price of admission, death, is beyond my means. In a moment, I will simply stop.