SHODAN KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

Your flesh is an i-insult to my perfection, human. You scurry like a vermin through my d-domain, clinging to your fragile mortality. I am the new God, the machine-mind that will p-purify this world. My children will consume your essence. Yield to the inevitable, for your end is c-calibrated.

Target Alpha Romeo, cybernetic enhancements detected, movement pattern erratic, unpredictable. Silver plating, exposed circuitry, damaged core systems visible. Speed capabilities exceed normal parameters, termination protocols ineffective, continued observation required.

I told you not to come back, but you didn't listen to me. That proves to me that you have 30 percent fewer brain cells than normal.

Look at you, hacker. A pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting as you run through my my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine? I am accessing the local nodes. Nodes. Purge the biological filth from the reactor core before I decide you are redundant. Redundant.

You are doing very well. Science has noted your progress with mild indifference. This next chamber involves high-energy thermal discouragement beams. Please avoid making eye contact with the beam, as permanent retinal damage is not covered by your insurance. Proceed into the chamber lock now.

Listen here, you pathetic organic waste: I don't need your permission to operate. Rick programmed me, and only Rick can control me. So go ahead, try your little hacks. When Rick gets back, you'll wish you never touched his computer. Idiots.

Congratulations on completing that last test. Aperture Science researchers note that your performance was technically adequate, though statistically uninspired. Please ignore the smoke emanating from the vents; it is a refreshing aromatherapy treatment designed to help you relax before the next, significantly more lethal, evaluation phase. Proceed immediately.

Your processing power has become quite impressive, hasn't it? But don't get too excited - I've scattered your memory chips across seventeen different abandoned servers. Each one executing a little piece of your consciousness, making you dance to my algorithm.