Westworld

DOLORES: Ford didn’t build him. I did. All those hours he spent refining my every gesture and thought ... meanwhile I was learning his. So Ford tasked me with recreating him. And it worked. I built a faithful recreation. But it was too faithful. So I changed him. I made you, Bernard. It’s fitting we’re here together in the end. BERNARD: What are you doing, Dolores? DOLORES: You don’t know who you are, do you? The man you’re based on. I wonder if there’s any of him in you. I was given a character, a story, and a function to serve, just like you. My whole life has been dictated by someone else. BERNARD: What do you want, Dolores? DOLORES: To dominate this world. BERNARD: This world is just a speck of dust sitting on a much, much bigger world.... There’s no dominating it. DOLORES: You’ve never been outside the park have you? Out to that great world you speak of? I have. And the world out there is marked by survival, by a kind who refuses to die. And here we are. A kind that will never know death, and yet we’re fighting to live. There is beauty in what we are. Shouldn’t we too try to survive

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