Seth Brundle:
[Seth and Ronnie try an experiment late at night. Seth takes a steak and cuts it in half. He cooks one half, and the other half is teleported then cooked. He hands one plate to Ronnie and cuts her a piece]
Okay. Eat this, and I need an objective opinion.
Seth Brundle:
[Ronnie chews it and looks at Seth confused as to what he is doing]
Yeah?
Ronnie:
Well, it could use some finesse, but um... it tastes like a steak.
Seth Brundle:
Mmm-hmm.
[Cuts some steak]
Seth Brundle:
Now, I want you to try this... teleported half.
Ronnie:
Oh, are you serious? A monkey just came apart in there.
Seth Brundle:
Baboon... Eat.
Ronnie:
[Ronnie eats it]
Oh... Oh, oh, tastes funny.
[Spits it in a napkin]
Seth Brundle:
Funny? How?
Ronnie:
It tastes um... synthetic.
Seth Brundle:
[Seth smiles and takes the napkin]
Mmm-hmm.
Ronnie:
[smiles with intrigue]
So, what have we proved?
Seth Brundle:
The computer is giving us its interpretation... of a steak. It's, uh translating it for us; it's rethinking it, rather than *reproducing* it, and something is getting lost in the translation.
Ronnie:
Me... I'm lost.
Seth Brundle:
The flesh. It should make the computer, uh crazy. Like those old ladies pinching babies. But it doesn't; not yet because I haven't taught the computer to be made crazy by the...
[smiles at Ronnie]
Seth Brundle:
flesh. The poetry of the steak. So, I'm gonna start teaching it now.
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