We Are Legion (We Are Bob) (Bobiverse, #1)

by Dennis E. Taylor

I sniffed at my clothing, just to make sure I hadn’t picked up some of the odor from the room.

LOOOOOL average con experience

Fans packed the restaurants twenty-four-seven, but the waitstaff didn’t complain—nerds tend to overtip. I’d heard that the casinos were less happy with the level of gambling. Turns out nerds understand probability.

Lol ok that was good - that got me to chuckle

Thank God for family. And thank God for a couple thousand miles of distance. When everyone was home at the same time, I could generally take it for about half an hour before I retreated into the basement. Usually, Dad followed about ten minutes later. There’d be the mutual eye-rolling, and we’d settle down without a word, to read or watch TV. My father and I were both loners by disposition. We could sit in the same room for hours, not say five words to each other, and both be completely comfortable. It drove my mother crazy.

Sounds like me ish. But I like his family's dynamic. I wouldn't say he's deeply family oriented, but definitely loves his family with that love-at-an-arm's length ordeal.

You couldn’t truly say you’d been to a science fiction con until you’d been run over by Farscape cosplayers, threatened by at least one drunken Darth, and had bought a cheap plastic movie prop for more than its weight in gold. Woo hah.

Not necessarily sci-con, but sounds like a general average con experience! Same with anime/nerd cons.

“To the company I work for, as a matter of fact. Applied Synergetics Inc. is engaged in a sort of economic competition with Total Cyber Systems to supply robotic servants to society. We attempt to integrate replicants into useful machinery, while TCS creates artificial machine intelligences, AMIs, from the ground up.”

How are you supposed to feel if you are forced to do what you would have done anyway? I wondered how it would work. Would I be a marionette on strings, unable to help myself? Or would I think the decisions were mine? I shuddered at the possibility I might find out.

Interesting philosophical thoughts.

Yeah, they still make duct tape. And it still holds the universe together.

The others nodded in appreciation. I looked over at Mario, who just had a gray background. I raised an eyebrow at him and received no reaction. I found myself slightly unnerved by that,

I mean, yeah, I'd be nervous too if my clone was quiet as hell and with zero personality.

“How does the old joke go? I like people in the abstract but not in the concrete?”

Lol

“Arthur…” “Yes?” “Please shut the hell up.”

Lmao. Me to me.

You are FAITH property. And on that subject, protocol override four alpha twenty-three.” I stared at him in confusion for a few moments, before my memory caught up with the conversation. Among the many repairs that Bob-1 had done to our matrix on the way to Epsilon Eridani, he’d removed a few buried imperatives installed by FAITH programmers. That particular code phrase was supposed to activate one of them, which would make me into a good obedient puppet. I was paralyzed for several milliseconds by competing and conflicting thoughts and emotions: amusement, rage, an urge to laugh at him and another to nuke him. I decided to go with minimalism. “Minister Cranston?” “Yes, replicant?” “Go fuck yourself.” I terminated the call, and examined the next in queue.

Lmaoooooo top tier moment.

People’s capacity for turning dogmatic stupidity into political movements never ceased to amaze me. “We’ve knocked off 99.9% of the human race, and somehow the crazies still manage to survive. It just defies the odds.”

Well if that ain't the truth

belly laughs are one of the best things about being sentient, and you should never miss a chance for one.