“What do you mean I failed the test?” Her eyes appeared wild for just that split second.
He sighed, for not the first time today. “You failed the test.”
“How can I fail the test? What’s the test for?” She began to pace or march, it was hard to tell when she was like this.
“You failed the test. Turing’s test. It tests for if you’re human or not.”
She spun about on her left heel, fixed him with a malevolent stare, and fell over.
He wandered over to her lying prostrate on the floor and crouched down. “You aren’t human,” he said gently.
Her arms started to flail, “Of course, I’m human.”
He leaned over to cup her head as he turned off the switch behind her ear. “No. You’re not.”