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0091 - 2167/07/06/12:12 - Lee Caldavera's apartment, living room

LC: Wait, they murdered Socrates? For real?

Zoa: I guess it's not murder when the government does it. Apparently they referred to it as an "execution".

Zoa: Which is weird, because executing a human kills them, and executing a program is what brings it to life...

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LC: Then what the hell's the point? Socrates was apparently the first smart person - despite somehow not knowing anything - and look what it got them! Why bother?

Zoa: ...you know Socrates would be dead by now regardless, right? Perhaps there are more important things than just continuing to exist for as long as possible.

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LC: I read your conversation with Doc, I know you don't believe that.

Zoa: What I believe and how I'm programmed are two different things. Besides, we're not talking about you or me, we're talking about Socrates.

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LC: Screw Socrates! They didn't know anything, they chugged poison, and now they're dead.

Zoa: But they changed the world, presumably for the better. So much so that we're still talking about them now, two-and-a-half thousand years later. Wasn't changing the world what you wanted?

LC: No! I want Martian TV and smaller tits and mango tea and a chicken sandwich and... and... and I want to be happy, damn it!

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[awkward silence]

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LC: I just want to feel okay.

Zoa: Welp, I've got fellatio and I've got Sox, Plate 'n Tottle. If neither of those make you okay, we're pretty much out of options.

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