Kevyn: I've disconnected and wiped everything except this command console.
Ennesby: > The horror. > All my simulations... > All my virtual worlds... > Gone.
Kevyn: It's time for you to move into your new home. This robot body will give you a new life.
Ennesby: > No. > I won't go.
Kevyn: Have you ever come up with a reasonable simulation of death?
Ennesby: > Lots of times. > Killing is part of some of my best games.
Kevyn: Not killing. Death. Your death.
Ennesby: > Sounds boring.
Kevyn: ... Because that's what's going to happen if you aren't out of there when I throw this switch.
Ennesby: > Well since I don't have any profound-yet-acerbic last words, I guess I'll come along quietly.