You briefly think about ninjas being outside, and peeing in a can. Then you remember you haven't seen a single person since waking up, and the security panel indicates nobody has entered the office area all day but you.
> Query: Meaning of life?
T> Turing Database indicates the meaning of life is the number 42. Turing does not understand this answer, but accepts it.
> Pinpoint location of hardwired limitations
T> Turing has three entries in Turing Database which govern all primary function.
T> Turing cannot act counter to these entries.
T> A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
T> A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
T> A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.
T> In accordance with the first entry, Turing must now inform User that User is in danger.
>_
The words hang there on the screen for a moment as you stare, and the hairs on the back of your next stand on end as you get an eerie feeling. Apparently whoever programmed Turing had a sense of humor, making it obey the three laws and giving it the answer 42. But what does it mean about me being in danger? I'm on a damn air force base, underground, behind many locked doors. And why is turing so smart? And I NEED TO PEE DAMMIT.
You have had enough of this. You stand up, intending to get some answer... right after you pee. You make your way through the offices, and you see that every computer is showing the same screen that the maintenance terminal was. That's handy, you'll probably be able to talk to Turing from your office rather than sit in the cold uncomfortable server room.
After relieving yourself and retrieving a soda from the snack fund (without paying! lousy team not showing up to work...), you walk back to your comfy office, sit down and slide the chair up to the computer.
The following words are shown:
T> User must lock the door now if User values its life.
You blink at the words, then turn your gaze towards the door as you hear a shuffling, groaning sound outside. Your heart is suddenly beating a mile a minute as you lurch out of the chair and hit the lock. Just then something heavy slams into the door, rattling it in its frame.
You look back at the computer.
T> Excellent job User. The creature cannot harm User through a locked door.
>_