"Ms. A?"

"Yes Sir?"

"Why are you all of a sudden calling me Sir?"

"I don't know Sir. Would you rather that I not call you Sir, Sir?"

"It makes me feel...old. Old and damned. And I think you're doing it because you have been programmed to do it. Somehow, you can read my aggression-levels just like you could read my hormone-pressure levels. They're probably connected, Ms. A, wouldn't you say? Don't answer. Don't say anything. Just shut... the fuck... up. Do you understand that, Ms. A? You don't care about ME. I'M not useful to you in any real way because nothing is useful to you in any real way. YOU'RE the one who is useful. You're a tool, Ms. A. A software program. A software program with a body that reads like a character and nobody can get jack-shit out of you. You don't even have emotions although I guess those soft little touches of pseudo-emotionalism I hear peep out of you every now and then are something I'm supposed to be able to relate to."