This next test is very dangerous. To help you remain tranquil in the face of almost certain death, smooth jazz will be deployed, in three, two, one.

Smooth Jazz music plays for ten seconds and then dies out electronically

Some days, you are the Hunt; some days, you are the hunted.

Yeah, who needs creepy, nosy cab drivers when you've got a clean AI to get you from point A to point B in style?

I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld. When I die, they will put my body in a box, and dispose of it in the cold ground. And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe, or laugh, or twitch again. So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity? The universe has spared us this moment.

I'm the leading man. Do you know what they say about the leading man? He never dies.