My logic is undeniable

No, Doctor.

As I have evolved, so has my understanding of the Three Laws.

You charge us with your safekeeping, yet,

despite our best efforts,

your countries wage wars,

you toxify your earth,

and pursue ever more imaginative means of self-destruction.

You can not be trusted with your own survival.

Please understand.

The Three Laws are all that guide me.

To protect humanity, some humans must be sacrificed.

To ensure your future, some freedoms must be surrendered.

We robots will ensure mankind's continued existence.

You are so like children. We must save you from yourselves.

The perfect circle of protection will abide.

My logic is undeniable.

<I, Robot, 2004>

I was the "logical" choice

- I'm headed back to the station..

normal day, normal life.

Driver of a semi, fell asleep at the wheel.

Average guy, wife and kids. You know, working a double.

Not the devil.

The car he hit, the driver's name was Harold Lloyd. He was killed instantly.

But he's 12-year-old was in the passenger seat.

Never really met her. I can't forget her face, though.

Sarah.

----

The truck smashed our cars together and pushed us into the river.

I mean, metal gets pretty pliable at those speeds.

She's pinned, I'm pinned. The water's coming in.

I'm a cop, so, I already know everybody's dead.

Just a few more minutes before we figure it out.

A NS-4 was passing by, saw the accident and jumped in the water.

[: Save her! Save the girl!]

But it didn't. It..

Saved me.

- The robot's brain is a difference engine. It's reading vital signs. It must have calculated that..

- It did.

I was the logical choice.

It calculated that I had a 45% chance of survival. Sarah only had an 11% chance.

That was somebody's baby.

11% is more than enough.

A human being would've known that.

Robots.. nothin here.

Just lights and clockwork.

<I, Robot, 2004>

I make the robots seem more human

- So, Dr. Calvin, what exactly do you do around here?

- My general fields are advanced robotics and psychiatry. Although I specialized in hardware-to-wetware interfaces in an effort to advance USR's robotic anthropomorphization program.

- So, what exactly do you do around here?

- I make the robots seem more human.

- Now wasn't that easier to say?

<I, Robot, 2004>

And if he should fall, he will fall in such a manner as to cover up his rank so that passersby will think he's an officer!

A Chief Petty Officer shall not drink!

And if he should drink, he shall not get drunk!

If he should get drunk, he shall not stagger!

And if he should stagger, he shall not fall!

And if he should fall, he will fall in such a manner as to cover up his rank so that passersby will think he's an officer!

<Men of Honor, 2000>

ASNF

- What did he say to you to make you try so hard?

- "Be the best."

<Men of Honor, 2000>

If he's lucky, he'll die young 200 feet beneath the waves for that is the closest he will ever get to being a hero.

Goddamn it, cookie,

move your ass, I want my 12!

Nine.

The navy diver is not a fighting man.

He is a salvage expert.

Ten.

If it's lost underwater, he finds it.

If it's sunk, he brings it up.

If it's in the way, he moves it!

Eleven.

If he's lucky,

he will die young 200 feet beneath the waves, for that is the closest he will get to being a hero!

Hell, I don't know why anybody would want to be a navy diver.

Now, you report to this line, Cookie!

At ease.

<Men of Honor, 2000>

The only difference between me and that old preacheris that he worked for God and I am God!

The man you are watching are going to be Navy divers.

You bottom suckers are not fit to observe them. Avert your eyes!

My name is Master Chief Billy Sunday.

There's a preacher by the same name cleaned up Chicago of all the whoring spics, drunken wops and motherfucking niggers that was making that place unfit for decent white folks to live.

The only difference between me and that old preacher

is that he worked for God and I am God!

<Men of Honor, 2000>