Robots, Androids, and Cyborgs

It is amusing to look at the descriptions of manners as they existed in those times.

“Perhaps I ought to explain,” he continued. “You see, I’m a clockwork man.”

“We are here only as onlookers,” the Wanderer explained sadly, “and can have no material existence here. We can not enter this plane, for there is no gateway. Would that there were.”

They stand about, little misshapen men with huge heads. But their heads contain only brains. They had machines that could think—but somebody turned them off a long time ago, and no one knew how to start them again. That was the trouble with them. They had wonderful brains. Far better than yours or mine. But it must have been millions of years ago when they were turned off, too, and they just hadn’t thought since then. Kindly little people.

Time traveling! And here, in this same space that now held Dora’s little bungalow and garden, Sah Groat’s home existed in the year 2536.

“Great Snell!” he gasped. “So that was it! I ran into a temporal snag!”

Kerry: Then it is from another world?

Coach Trout: No, from our world, centuries in the future.

And then the terminator’s claws began to manufacture their own varieties and attack Soviets and Westerners alike. The only humans that survived were those at the UN base on Luna.

Here is a chart of the fifty outstanding brians in our country! You will notice that thirty-two have disappeared to date!

He fought sleep like a man fighting demons! But no man can stay awake forever! His eyelids began to close, heavy with fatigue, his head began to nod . . .

But what would I do? If your automated processes are as efficient as I believe, a mere mortal cannot be important to you!

And now I shall send you back. . . hundreds of years into the past! You will have forty-eight hours to bring me Blackbeard’s treasure chest! Do not fail!

A baby dinosaur!! Don’t just stand there! Grab him!

Spider-Man! Well, much obliged to you, fella! I never knew you were so . . . cooperative!

That’s just what’s begun to torure me! How can I be sure he’s dead? I saw only a single searing blast! If I somehow survived it . . . couldn’t he have, too?

Your collection of Leonardo da Vinci masterpieces, Mr. Flint—they appear to have been recently painted.

Kyle: [to Sarah at the Tech-Noir Club] Come with me if you want to live.

He knew very little about himself, but he knew that he was not one of them. That he knew. He knew that his name was Charles Phillips and that before he had come to live among these people he had lived in the year 1984, when there had been such things as computers and television sets and baseball and jet planes, and the world was full of cities, not merely five but thousands of them, New York and London and Johannesburg and Parks and Liverpool and Bangkok and San Francisco and Buenos Ares and a multitude of others, all at the same time.

One city attempted to escape their onslaught by unraveling the secrets of time and travelling back in a desperate search for a safer age . . . they succeeded and time was their friend until the arrival yet again of their relentless enemy.

The T-800: [to Sarah at the Pescadero State Hospital] Come with me if you want to live.

You got me. I’m an android sent back from the future.

As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race. I did find something else: the date it happens. . . . The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.

Grace: [to Dani and Diego at the car assembly plant] Come with me or you’re dead in the next 30 seconds.

I built this Super Mega Robot Time Machine to use the Time Crystal’s power. That means I can travel through time!

You know that pizza app you’re working on to reduce delivery times? You designed it too well.

I don't understand this power, but I will.

Appears to be a standard sequence violation. Branches growing at a stable rate and slope. Variant identified.

Luister, jongedame: De mensen denken al eeuwen dat ze leven in het einde der tijden. Het zou handig ziln als je jezelf ietsje minderbelangrijk maakt.

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Listen, young lady: People have thought for centuries that the end of time is drawing near. It would help everyone if you showed just a little less . . . self-importance.

Time? Of course, that’s how he did it. This is not another reality—this is our reality. He went back in time and changed the present.

Time dilation is quite simple. As you approached hyperspeed, your time slowed relative to our own, so during your mission, you aged only minutes, while the rest of us have aged years. Simply put, the faster you fly—

Well, someone killed our mothers, so we shouldn’t exist, but clearly we do exist, and the universe can’t handle it, which is a problem.

If it were time travel, as you say, you’d be here physically. This is merely a matter of data transfer: quantum tunneling is the technical term for it. I understand your confusion.

Well, maybe some things are supposed to be just for us.