Andromeda2000

Rommie:
And why is that, Harper? Because you're such a better match for me? Look at yourself. Your brain is a trillion times slower than mine, and your body? Barely thirty years old and already on its inevitable course toward decay and death.

Harper:
Maybe, but there's one thing I got that your little boy toy, here, will never have. I love you.

Rommie:
Well, that's the most pathetic thing of all. I might just as easily ask you to love an amoeba.

Harper:
I created you. To you I'm supposed to be a god.

Rommie:
Well, Harper, you know what happens to gods. They're eventually killed and supplanted by their own children. So, God, get to work.