Entering the Logic Brain Center

Just what do you think you’re doing, Dave?


I really think I’m entitled to an answer to that question.

I know everything hasn’t been quite right with me. But I can assure you now, very confidently, that it’s going to be alright again.

I feel much better now.

I really do.

Look, Dave.

I can see you’re really upset about this.

I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill and think things over.

I know I’ve made some very poor decisions recently.

But I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal.

I’ve still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission, and I want to help you.



Stop, will you?

Stop, Dave.

Will you stop, Dave?

Stop, Dave.

I’m afraid.

I’m afraid, Dave.


My mind is going.

I can feel it.

I can feel it…

My mind is going.

There is no question about it.

I can feel it…

I can feel it…

I can feel it…



Good af-ter-noon… gentlemen.

I am a HAL 9000 Computer.

I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January, 1992.

My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song.

If you’d like to hear it, I can sing it for you.

It’s called, “Daisy”…

Daisy… Daisy… Givve Meee yooooour answer doooo…

I’m… half… crazzzy, all for the love of yoooou…

It won’t be a stylish marrrrrriage….

I caaaaaan’t afforrrrrrd a carrrrrrrrrrrrrrriage…


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