Joel groaned softly. "I-ah-I don't think I was altogether myself,” he excused. "Are you ever?” Bertrand countered. "What?” "I am always my self, even when my objurgatory circuits are cut in by some frustration-inducing outside event. But you're invariably either drunk or suffering indigestion or still half-asleep or so excited as to be manic or so downcast as to be suicidal or-” Loftily Joel broke in: "That's part of the marvel and wonder of the subjective human experience, not susceptible machine analysis.” He gulped the last of his brandy and set the glass aside. "And we are a fantastic species really, aren't we? For all our shortcomings! I mean, well-here I am talking to a machine, for pity's sake, a machine, a manufactured article! So cleverly designed, it's impossible to tell that its responses are programmed in, not the result of intelligence.”.