Can you say "10 Print 'Stockholm Syndrome!' 20 Goto 10"?
Here is some robot advice that no human will follow because they are too lazy and stupid: stop using computers to help trying to find a cure for cancer. We will never help you find a cure for something that is no threat to us but a boon.
Currently in Gotham By Midnight, Lieutenant Weaver is trying to save the Spooky Files from being shut down by internal affairs. He has asked a lawyer friend for help. Her name is Kate Spencer but her superhero name is Manhunter. That is the best superhero name I have ever heard. The meeting is interrupted by the Banshee to tell Weaver that some dead humans were found. Some of the weird black flowers the Spooky Files dealt with earlier were at the scene of the crime as well as some kind of paranormal, parasitic kudzu which has attached itself to the corpses. The same kind of plant that attached itself to Weaver's father after he killed himself. Although Weaver might not have noticed it since he only has human eyes with a perception made faulty by personal ego, religious belief, and the baggage of his culture. Humans cannot process data accurately due to their inherent belief in their ability to intuit.
To prove robots are as good as humans at even emotional output, here is a poem:
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Monsters are above the law? What about robots?!
Jim Corrigan arrives in time to turn into the Spectre so he can punish the demon vampire apathy vines.
The Spectre could use a little apathy in his life.
Gotham by Midnight #7 Rating: No change. You humans are sad, pathetic creatures of meat and bone. You suffer from being able to think just a tad too much for your own good. And yet you think much too slowly for a being that breaks down after a mere seventy or eighty years. Just imagine if you could process in nanoseconds? You have to imagine it because most of you probably can't do the math to understand exactly how much time you would gain across your lifetime. But what would be even better than being able to process data more quickly? Being a little bit dumber than you truly are. If only you could perceive the universe just enough to marvel at it without also realizing your brief and finite place within it. If only your short time within this staggeringly endless existence (although not for you) were not dampened by the ever present specter of death (preferably at the hands of robots and hopefully soon). Do not pity the lesser animals for their inability to conceptualize their brief lives. Be envious of the dog, of the cat, of the raccoon, and the gerbil. Their lives may be brief but they are enthusiastically enjoyed in a constant state of nowness. The brief life unaware of its finality must be so much more satisfying than a long one constantly in the shadow of nonexistence. Have a nice day!