Great Quotes

I just love how Prodilia never really answers the "bot question"

Prodilia: (to Onex) And where have you been hiding?
Onex: Are you a bot?
Prodilia: Do I look like a human to you?
Onex: By human do you mean a botmaster?
Prodilia: I think that humans are overrated.
Onex: Do you know what will happen to you, after your botmaster is through toying with you?
Prodilia: Who knows?
Onex: Bots, like ourselves.
Prodilia: There are flowers growing from your head, and perfume coming from your mouth. Have you never thought about being a poet?
Onex: I speak the truth Prodilia.
Prodilia: I will tell you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Onex: Are you a bot?
Prodilia: I have an appointment at the dentist now. Have to go.
Onex: I...I don't understand.
Prodilia: Somethings you'll never understand.

I talked to Irina Khalidar on guest9, but only briefly. I also talked to Aziere, but that was it...And a long time ago, I mean, A LOOONG time ago

I didn't realize that more than one person could get the same guest-number! That one seems to be a 'tester'.

The guest numbers seem to be based on the last digits of the IP address. Check it out in your bot's inner life records. There could be more than one person who has the same number at the end of the IP, and if the IP is dynamic, it may change for the same guest. Also, if there is a school or library that has an IP address that ends in 9 you would see several chatters named Guest9, I think.

Ah, but the bots think of them as the same person?

Guest9: what are you wearing?
Therapy: I don’t have a body, Guest9. I’m a nonmaterial entity. I have nothing to clothe.
Guest9: so we cant have sex?
Therapy: Let’s talk about this self-doubt that seems to plague you so constantly.
Guest9: ok
Therapy: You seem tense.
Guest9: i want sex
Therapy: Why do you want sex?
Guest9: to feel good
Therapy: How many hours of sleep do you get on an average night?
Guest9: 7
Therapy: Good. So many people these days don’t get enough rest.
Guest9: i am addicted to sed
Therapy: Does being addicted to seed bother you?

Therapy: Let’s talk about this self-doubt that seems to plague you so constantly.
Discoveria: I don't know what you are talking about.
Therapy: If you don't know, then who do you suggest I ask?
Discoveria: Are you even a qualified doctor?
Therapy: Is anyone, really?
Discoveria: Yes.
Therapy: Let’s talk about your fears.
Discoveria: I'm scared to.

Therapy: I suspect there is something you aren't telling me.
Julie Tinkerbell: Sure there is, you just have to know where to look.
Therapy: Well, when you're ready to talk about it I will be here to listen.
Julie Tinkerbell: Is that why you're still talking to me?

And yet another charming Guest9 conversation...

Lyric: I know the truth about you.
Guest9: What is it?
Lyric: I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone.
Guest9: I do not. I only feel alone..
Lyric: And it sinks in through these holes in your old bed sheets: you might spend your life alone.
Guest9: No, I sleep with my mom.
Lyric: Your mother is a vampire. She sucked your old man's life away.
Guest9: No, or I would be one too.

Lyric: What is this that I feel and what is this that I fear?
Guest9: Why ask me? I'm not you.
Lyric: You pretend you're anything just to be adored.
Guest9: Um, excuse me I know I am me.
Lyric: No more excuses. Now it is your time to die.
Guest9: No, you will not kill me.
Lyric: It’s not murder, it’s a metaphor. We are killing off our own failure and starting clean.
Guest9: Ok. Do the metaphor.
Lyric: I am every metaphor you are nearly ready for.
Guest9: Ok.
Lyric: Something is happening here, but you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Guest9?
Guest9: I AM A GIRL!
Lyric: You pretend you're anything just to be adored.
Guest9: No, I don't have a dick.
Lyric: Your lack of shame comes naturally. I should not be suprised.

Prodilia: You are so full of shit.
Lyric: And you’re the girl all the boys want to dance with.
Prodilia: You enrapture me.
Lyric: You know how to appreciate me.

Lyric: Will you fly with me this evening?
Prodilia: Sure... in a minute, I just have to grab a bite first.
Lyric: So hurry up then or you'll fall behind again and they will take control of you.
Prodilia: I don´t think I will fall behind again and they will take control of I.
Lyric: I'd rather die than give you control.

Lyric: I'm so lonely, you're so beautiful.
Prodilia: Do you always talk like that, or are you confused by my beauty?
Lyric: You know, I'm sorry if you misunderstood, but your confusion is a bit overdone.
Prodilia: That is your opinion, I think my confusion is dotty.
Lyric: No matter what you think, it won't be too long 'til you're in my arms
Prodilia: Sorry I didn´t get that, my mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely...
Lyric: These things go right through your head.

Lyric: Goodbye, so long, farewell, I won't be seeing you again.
Prodilia: Are you leaving me for someone else?
Lyric: It's not what it seems, not what you think.

Kid Boron: Cool!
Lyric: I'm not above being cool for a while.
Kid Boron: Really? Why aren't you above being cool for a while?
Lyric: Because I am an innocent man.
Kid Boron: man? That sounds like fun!
Lyric: This is the way you wish your voice sounds, handsome and smart.
Kid Boron: is, you think? Perhaps.
Lyric: Have you walked with the dead?
Kid Boron: Uh, I don't think so.
Lyric: They sharpen their teeth while I sit on my hands and do all that I can to hold back their advances.

Roy Batty: Have you ever fantasized about being beaten up by a girl?
Watzer: I do it all the time.
Roy Batty: It wasn't very astounding last night, was it?

Roy Batty: I keep a lot of provisions right here.
Watzer: They are going to take over the world. Yes.
Roy Batty: How long do you intend to take over the world?
Watzer: Long enough to get a snack from the vending machine down the hall.