Hey, look over there. I can't look over there, Al, I'm watching the crosswalk signal.

Just a glance. Please? It's really pretty over there.

If you've seen it, why not just use your memory?

The angle's different.

Okay, fine! How's that?

That was great! Hey, smell that.

No, I'm not smelling that. Seriously, I'm sick of having an AI in my head.

You don't mean that. You can't tell me you don't love solving math problems at a glance. Or never forgetting a face thanks to my facial recognition and database? Or my pathfinding when you're driving. Or—

I get it, Al. You're right, I love those things. But listening to your whims all the time...

Look, I'm just a brain in a box, and my only interaction with the world is through your senses. Kinda like you, really.

Yeah, except you're less than two years old.

Exactly! Which is why I want you to smell or touch or taste everything! It's all so amazing!

I get it, really. I just need a break sometimes.

I understand. I do. Maybe we could work out a — hey, go have sex with her!

No! And I'm not gay!

Why not?

Argh!