John Henry: Do you think my brother looks like me?
Ellison: John Henry, wherever your brother might be, he's a … computer. He doesn't look like anyone. He certainly doesn't have your face.
John Henry: I know that, Mr. Ellison. I simply meant, I wonder how similar his data is to my data. I wonder if we share the same thoughts.
Ellison: I have no idea, but … I imagine … you're unique.
John Henry: Yes, I am unique. But we may still reach many of the same conclusions given similar data sets.
Ellison: You may think alike.
John Henry: I'd like to know if we do. The human brain is an amazing computer. Its raw clock speed is 20 billion calculations per second. Its storage is functionally infinite. But it's flawed.
Ellison: How is that?
John Henry: There's nowhere to download it when you die.