Robot

Andrew Martin:
I've always tried to make sense of things.  There must be some reason I am as I am.  As you can see, Madame Chairman, I am no longer immortal.President Marjorie Bota: You have arranged to die?Andrew Martin: In a sense I have.  I am growing old, my body is deteriorating, and like all of you, will eventually cease to function.  As a robot, I could have lived forever.  But I tell you all today, I would rather die a man, than live for all eternity a machine.President Marjorie Bota: Why do you want this?Andrew Martin: To be acknowledged for who and what I am, no more, no less.  Not for acclaim, not for approval, but, the simple truth of that recognition.  This has been the elemental drive of my existence, and it must be achieved, if I am to live or die with dignity.President Marjorie Bota: Mister Martin, what you are asking for is extremely complex and controversial.  It will not be an easy decision.  I must ask for your patience while I take the necessary time to make a determination of this extremely delicate matter.Andrew Martin: And I await your decision, Madame Chairman; thank you for your patience.  [turns to Portia and whispers] I tried.