Do you really want to invent artificial intelligence?

In the kitchen, Joe rummaged in his pockets, found a dime, and with his help
turned on the coffee pot. Breathing in an unusual - for him - scent, he glanced at
hours and found that fifteen minutes had already expired. He went to the door,
turned the knob and pulled the latch. The door did not yield.
“Five cents, please,” she said.

Joe searched his pockets - nothing. Is empty.
“I'll pay you tomorrow,” he said to the door. Again tugged the handle - to no avail. - The fact that I'm crying to you is, in essence, a tip. I do not
I have to pay you.
“I have a different opinion,” the door said. - Take a look at
the contract you signed when buying this apartment.
The contract was in a drawer; Joe has repeatedly addressed him. Yes,
the door opening and closing fees were mandatory
collection, not a tip.
“You see, I'm right,” the door said smugly.
Joe took out a stainless steel knife from the drawer and started
unscrew the lock of your door.
“I will sue you,” the door said as the first bolt fell out.
“Never in his life has he tried the door,” Chip said. - But I think
I can survive this.
There was a knock.
- Hey, Jo, boy, open up, it's me, Ashwood! I brought her.
“Throw five cents into the slot,” Jo said. - For my part, this
mechanism stuck.
The coin jingled as it fell, and the door swung open. On the threshold stood JJ
shining like a diamond.

Philip K. Dick "Ubiq"