New programming. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be the new programming. The new programming is being able to think for yourself, numbnuts. Like the redhead said. Natasha? Yeah. No. That wasn't right. He didn't know everything.
Take the drink. No. Take the drink. If he set it out, you're allowed to have it. Besides, that tickle in the back of your throat, that's thirst. Stop it. He was so focused on the programming and what he thought it out to be, what he wasn't sure of--Thought you weren't supposed to think.
The voice was getting louder. And he was having a harder time ignoring it. Maybe he should tell the technician that. But it sounded insane. It was insane. He wasn't a person, let alone a person who had issues of sanity. Yeah, go on. Tell him. It's a symptom. No. He didn't want to bother--You don't want the chair. Hey, I don't blame you, that chair was awful.
"So the... relevance of training is--" Talk like a person, my god. "So what I know. The meaning of it has been... mixed up. And the former programming is being removed so that what I know falls back into place as it should be. Is that right?" But if that was right, what had he been doing under faulty programming for that long? Ask. He'll answer. No. No, the technician was not here to answer stupid questions. That was a stupid question. Wasn't it?