There’s a famous case of a guy who got a railroad spike blown through his frontal lobe and he basically became a huge asshole.

Either that or they’re doing the same amount of research they normally do. It’s hard to tell.

It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop… ever, until you are dead it’s no longer profitable to operate the automated service!