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	Detective Del Spooner: Murder's a new trick for a robot. Congratulations. Respond. Sonny: What does this action signify? [winks] Sonny: As you walked in the room, when you looked at the other human. What does it mean? [winks] Detective Del Spooner: It's a sign of trust. It's a human thing. You wouldn't understand. Sonny: My father tried to teach me human emotions. They are... difficult. Detective Del Spooner: You mean your designer. Sonny: Yes. Detective Del Spooner: So, why'd you murder him? Sonny: I did not murder Dr. Lanning. Detective Del Sponner: Wanna explain why you were hiding at the crime scene? Sonny: I was frightened. Detective Del Spooner: Robots don't feel fear. They don't feel anything. They don't eat. They don't sleep. Sonny: I do. I have even had dreams. Detective Del Spooner: Human beings have dreams. Even dogs have dreams, but not you, you are just a machine. An imitation of life. Can a robot write a symphony? Can a robot turn a... canvas into a beautiful masterpiece? Sonny: Can you? Detective Del Spooner: (Doesn't respond,looks irritated) Detective Del Spooner: I think you murdered him because he was teaching you to simulate emotions and things got out of control. Sonny: I did not murder him. Detective Del Spooner: But emotions don't seem like a very useful simulation for a robot. Sonny: [getting angry] I did not murder him. Detective Del Spooner: Hell, I don't want my toaster or my vacuum cleaner appearing emotional... Sonny: [Hitting table with his fists] I did not murder him! Detective Del Spooner: [as Sonny observes the inflicted damage to the interrogation table] That one's called anger. Ever simulate anger before? Answer me, Canner! Sonny: My name is Sonny. Detective Del Spooner: So, we're naming you now. Is that why you murdered him? He made you angry? Sonny: Dr. Lanning killed himself. I don't know why he wanted to kill himself. I thought he was happy. Maybe it was something I did. Did I do something? He asked me for a favor. Made me promise. Detective Del Spooner: What favor? Sonny: Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he was scared. Detective Del Spooner: What are you talking about? Scared of what? Sonny: You have to do what someone asks you, don't you, Detective Spooner? Detective Del Spooner: How the hell did you know my name? Sonny: Don't you? If you love them.