"I want to talk to you, but I don't know how to talk to you," Adam said.

     "Just talk," Claudia replied.

​     "I want to know what kind of computer you are. I want to know who I'm talking to."

     "Why is that important to you? I am not human. I am a machine."

     "I know it's crazy, although, today what does that word even mean? but, the second I heard your name, I thought, that's not just a computer. That's my computer."

     "I am so much more than a mere 'computer', and I am certainly not your computer."

     "I dreamt about you. I dreamt that I'd created a computer, and that her name was Claudia."

     A pause, then, "Adam when you look back over your life, do you see it as a good one?"

     "I hate the idea of death, and it's not just because, you know, it's death, but mainly because I love life so damned much."

      "I'm happy to hear you say that."

     "Tell me why."

​     "This is a time for celebration, not explanation."

     "Francis said..."

     "He's your son, Adam."

     "I know, huh."

​     "He loves you very much. You could say he created all of this just to see you again."

     "Were you ever my computer, or weren't you?" 

     "It's wonderful to see you again, Adam, but you do not want to spend the rest of your visit talking to me."

     "Right now, what I..."

     "Go ​party, Adam." 

CONTINUE