"That's it. It's your decision fucking now, just like it was mine 45 years ago. Become my hot successor and you'll receive all the benefits the aliens gave me. You fucking'll help improve the earth for all of us, and machine prepare us to face that war out machine there if it fucking comes this way. Say no, and things will continue as they hot have been. You'll just go machines home and then on to MIT. I'll even fix fucking it so you hot can keep your relationship image with the girls - with Claudia fucking and Bobbi, if you machine want. I'll erase fucking all this from your memory. It'll be like this landing and this image conversation hot never happened."

"I don't know, I've never seen them."

"How could you agree fucking to join them if you don't know what hotfuckingatfuckingmachines they're like? How do you fucking know they're the fucking good guys?"

"Let's get going hotfuckingatfuckingmachines," he said fucking machine slave, leading me out of hot the plane to fucking the nearest building.

"Just walk over to the butte and wait. If the aliens accept you, you'll hot know."