A.I. Artificial Intelligence (2001)
Specialist (evolved mecha): David, I often felt a sort of envy of human beings, of that thing they call 'spirit'. Human beings have created a million explanations of the meaning of life- in art, in poetry, and mathematical formulas. Certainly human beings must be the key to the meaning of existence. But human beings no longer existed. So, we began a project- that would make it possible to recreate the living body of a person long dead from the DNA in a fragment of bone or mummified skin. We also wondered would it be possible to retrieve a memory trace in resonance with a recreated body. And you know what we found? We found the very fabric of space/time itself appeared to store information about every event which had ever occured in the past. But the experiment was a failure. For those who were resurrected only lived through a single day of renewed life. When the resurectees fell asleep on the night of their first new day they died, again. As soon as they became unconcious, their very existence faded away into darkness. So you see, David, the equations have shown that once an individual space/time part had been used it could not be reused. If we bring your mother back now it will only be for one day. And you will never be able to see her again.
David: Maybe, maybe she will be special. Maybe she will stay.
Specialist (evolved mecha): I thought this would be hard for you to understand. You were created to be so young.
David: Maybe the one day will be like that one day inside the amphibicopter. Maybe it will last forever.
Specialist (evolved mecha): David, you are the enduring memory of the human race. The most lasting proof of their genius. We only want for your happiness. David, you have so little of that.
Narrator: David had never had a birthday party because David had never been born, so they baked a cake and lit some candles.
Monica: Now make a wish.
David: It came true already.
Narrator: That was the everlasting moment he had been waiting for. And the moment had passed, for Monica was sound asleep. More than merely asleep. Should he shake her she would never rouse. So David went to sleep too. And for the first time in his life, he went to that place where dreams are born.
Narrator: Those were the years when the icecaps melted due to the greenhouse gases and the oceans had risen and drowned so many cities along all the shorelines of the world. Amsterdam, Venice, New York forever lost. Millions of people were displaced. Climate became chaotic. Hundreds of millions of people starved in poorer countries. Elsewhere a high degree of prosperity survived when most governments in the developed world introduced legal sanctions to license pregnancies. Which was why robots, who were never hungry and did not consume resources beyond those of their first manufacture were so essential an economic link in the chain mail of society.
Monica: David, this is your new toy.
Teddy: I am *not* a toy!
Gigolo Joe: She loves what you do for her, as my customers love what it is I do for them. But she does not love you David, she cannot love you. You are neither flesh, nor blood. You are not a dog, a cat, or a canary. You were designed and built specific, like the rest of us. And you are alone now only because they tired of you, or replaced you with a younger model, or were displeased with something you said, or broke. They made us too smart, too quick, and too many. We are suffering for the mistakes they made because when the end comes, all that will be left is us. That's why they hate us, and that is why you must stay here, with me.
Female Colleague: If a robot could genuinely love a person, what responsibility does that person hold toward that mecha in return? It's a moral question, isn't it?
Professor Hobby: The oldest one of all. But in the beginning, didn't God create Adam to love him?
Monica: I do love you, you know.
Monica: I have always loved you.
Professor Hobby: The greatest single human gift - the ability to chase down our dreams.
Monica: You won't understand the reasons but I have to leave you here.
David: Is it a game?
David: When will you come back for me?
Monica: I'm not, David. You'll have to be here by yourself.
Monica: With Teddy.
David: No. No, no, no! No, Mommy, please! No, no. Please, Mommy.
Monica: They would destroy you, David!
David: I'm sorry I broke myself. I'm so sorry I cut your hair off. I'm sorry I hurt Martin.
Monica: I have to go. I have to go! Stop it! I have to go now.
David: Mommy, don't! Mommy if Pinocchio became real and I become a real boy can I come home?
Monica: That's just a story.
David: But a story tells what happens.
Monica: Stories are not real! You're not real! Now, look. Take this, alright? Don't let anyone see how much it is. Look. Don't go that way. Go anywhere but that way or they'll catch you. Don't ever let them catch you! Listen, stay away from Flesh Fairs, away from where there are lots of people. Stay away from all people. Only others like you, only Mecha are safe!
David: Why do you want to leave me? Why? I'm sorry I'm not real. If you let me, I'll be so real for you!
Monica: Let go, David! Let go! I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the world.
David: Mommy? Will you die?
Monica: Well, one day, David, yes, I will.
David: I'll be alone.
Monica: Don't worry yourself so.
David: How long will you live?
Monica: For ages. For 50 years.
David: I love you, Mommy. I hope you never die. Never.
Gigolo Joe: They ask for me by name. Gigolo Joe, What do you know?
Gigolo Jane: Hey Joe, what do you know?
Gigolo Joe: Hey Jane, how's the game?
Monica: Cirrus, Socrates, particle, decibel, hurricane, dolphin, tulip.
Dr. Know: Starving minds, welcome to Dr. Know! Where fast food for thought is served up 24 hours a day, in 40, 000 locations nationwide. Ask. Dr. Know - there's nothing I don't.
David: My mommy doesn't hate me! Because I'm special! And unique! Because there's never been anyone like me before, ever! Mommy loves Martin because he is real, and when I am real Mommy's going to read to me and tuck me in my bed and sing to me and listen to what I say and she will cuddle with me and tell me every day a hundred times a day that she loves me!
Professor Hobby: Tell me, what is love?
Secretary: Love is first widening my eyes a little bit and quickening my breathing a little and warming my skin and touching...
Professor Hobby: ...and so on. Exactly so. Thank you, Sheila.
Specialist (evolved mecha): There's nothing too small that you didn't store for us to remember. We so want you to be happy. You are so important to us, David. You are unique in all the world.
Teddy: [Struggles to hold onto the moon balloon] I'll break, David.
Patricia in mirrored room: I'm afraid.
Gigolo Joe: Of me?
Gigolo Joe: That I will hurt you?
Gigolo Joe: I think... you're afraid of letting go. I think you're afraid of happiness. And this is starting to excite me. Are you afraid of seeing the stars... Patricia? I can show you how to reach them.
Patricia in mirrored room: I'm afraid of what you've got under there. May I see what it looks like first?
Gigolo Joe: Is this your first time... with something like me?
Patricia in mirrored room: I've never been with Mecha.
Gigolo Joe: That makes two of us.
Patricia in mirrored room: I'm afraid it will hurt.
Gigolo Joe: Patricia... once you've had a lover-robot you'll never want a real man again. Are these the wounds of passion?
Patricia in mirrored room: Do you hear that music?
Gigolo Joe: You... are a goddess, Patricia. You wind me up inside. But you deserve so much better in your life. You deserve... me.
Gigolo Joe: Miss Bevins, it's Joe, at your service. I've been counting the seconds since last we met. Have you been crying, Samantha? I found a tear.
The Murderer: Hey Joe, what do you know? How many seconds has it been since the last time you two were together?
Gigolo Joe: 255,133.
The Murderer: Goodbye, Sam, and never forget: you killed me first.
Gigolo Joe: I'm in bad trouble.
Gigolo Joe: Are you in trouble? Have you run away from someone?
David: My mother told me to run away.
Gigolo Joe: Why did she say that?
David: I guess because Henry didn't like me.
Gigolo Joe: Why was that?
David: Martin came home.
David: Martin is Mommy and Henry's real son. After i find the Blue Fairy then I can go home. Mommy will love a real boy. The Blue Fairy will make me into one.
Gigolo Joe: Is Blue Fairy Mecha, Orga, man or woman?
Gigolo Joe: Woman? I know women! They sometimes ask for me by name. I know all about women. About as much as there is to know. No two are ever alike, And after they've met me, no two are ever the same. And I know where most of them can be found.
Gigolo Joe: Rouge City. Across the Delaware. Too far for our feet. We'll need help to get there. And it's not without peril. We will have to journey towards the moon.
David: Are there many women in Rouge City?
Gigolo Joe: As there are stars at night.
David: How do we find just one?
Gigolo Joe: We will ask Dr. Know. There is nothing he doesn't. Exactly what name do you give this woman?
David: She is just Blue Fairy.
Gigolo Joe: Blue Fairy. In the world of Orga, blue is the color of melancholy. Yet the services I provide will put a blush back on anyone's cheek. I will change the color of your fairy for you. She will scream out: 'Oh yes! Oh God! Oh, yes! Oh, God! Oh, God!' She will make you a real boy for I will make her a real woman and all will be right with the world because you held my hand and saved my brain so that once again my customers my ask for me by name: 'Gigolo Joe, what do you know?'
Gigolo Joe: There are girls your age that are just like me. We are the guiltless pleasures of the lonely human being. You won't get us pregnant or have us to supper with mommy and daddy. We work under you, we work on you and we work for you. Man made us better at what we do than was ever humanly possible.
Gigolo Joe: When you become a real boy, remember me to the ladies when you grow up.
Gigolo Joe: I *am*.
[Being taken into custody]
Gigolo Joe: I was!
Professor Hobby: You are a real boy. At least as real as I've ever made one.
Dr. Know: Come away O human child / To the waters and the wild / With a fairy hand in hand / For the world's more full of weeping / Than you can understand.
Gigolo Joe: You are a goddess, Patricia. You wind me up inside. But you deserve much better in your life. You deserve... me.
Gigolo Joe: I know women! They sometimes ask for me by name. I know all about women. About as much as there is to know. No two are ever alike, and after they've met me, no two are ever the same!
Lord Johnson-Johnson: He who is without "sim", cast the first stone.
David: What's for dinner tonight?
Monica: You know you don't eat.
David: Yes. But I like sitting at the table.
Monica: I can't accept this! There is no substitute for you own child!
[Finding a copy of himself in Hobby's office/library]
David: Is this the place they make you real?
David 2: This is the place they make you read.
Professor Hobby: My son was one of a kind. You're the first of a kind.
Gigolo Joe: In this day and age, David, nothing costs more than information.
Junky Mecha: Would you be so kind and shut down my pain receivers?
Gigolo Joe: Many a mecha has gone to the end of the world... never to come back! That is why they call the end of the world 'MAN-hattan'.
Gigolo Joe: They hate us, you know... The humans. They'll stop at nothing.
Gigolo Joe: She will make you a real boy for I will make her a real woman and all will be right with the world, because you held my hand and saved my brain. So once again my customers may ask for me by name: 'Gigolo Joe, wha'd'ya know'!
[Joe starts dancing]
David: Why do you do that?
Gigolo Joe: That's just what I do.
David: I can never go to sleep... but I can lay quietly and not make a peep.
Teddy: What happened?
David: I don't know.
Teddy: I think we're in a cage.
Professor Hobby: [after stabbing the mecha's hand in a demonstration] How did that make you feel? Angry? Shocked?
Secretary: I don't understand.
Professor Hobby: What did I do to your feelings?
Secretary: You did it to my hand.
Martin Swinton: That looks like a peacock. Can you say peacock?
Martin Swinton: Can you say pea?
Martin Swinton: Now say that two times fast.
Specialist (evolved mecha): This machine was trapped under the wreckage before the freezing. Therefore, these robots are originals. They knew living people.
Narrator: David had been warned not to explain anything to Monica otherwise she would become frightened and everything would be spoiled. But David's journey home belonged only to him, so he didn't see the harm in painting her pictures of things she would have no memory of.
Gigolo Joe: We work under you, we work on you and we work for you. Man made us better at what we do than was ever humanly possible. If you could manage us a lift to Rouge City, all this... and much, much more can be yours.
Teen in Van: Get in!
narrator: And David continued to pray to the blue fairy... she who smiled softly forever.She who welcomed forever. Eventually, the floodlights died... but David could still see her, palely, by day. And he still addressed her, in hope. He prayed until all the sea anemones had shriveled and died... as the ocean froze... and the ice encased the amphilbicopter and the Blue Fairy... locking them together where he could see her... a blue ghost in ice. Always there. Always smiling. Always awaiting him. Eventually, he never moved at all... but his eyes always stayed open... staring ahead forever all though the darkness of each night... and the next day... and the next day... Thus, 2000 years passed by.
Specialist (evolved mecha): We found that the very fabric of spacetime contained information.
Audience Member at Flesh Fair: Mecha don't plead for their lives! Who is that?
Female Colleague: It occurs to me with all this animus existing against Mechas today it isn't just a question of creating a robot that can love. Isn't the real conundrum, can you get a human to love them back?
Professor Hobby: Ours will be a perfect child caught in a freezeframe. Always loving, never ill, never changing. With all the childless couples yearning in vain for a license our Mecha will not only open up a new market but fill a great human need.
Female Colleague: But you haven't answered my question. If a robot could genuinely love a person what responsibility does that person hold toward that Mecha in return? It's a moral question, isn't it?
Professor Hobby: The oldest one of all. But in the beginning, didn't God create Adam to love him?