Teaching the machine?

What with Mechanical Turk, folksonomy and Davids being purchased by Goliaths...
There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will. Creativity. And even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter moat of a soul?

And, Will Smith is HOTT.

And, here's an interesting page from the Journal of Religion & Film about I, Robot I found on the inner tube when searching for the whole quote.

And, here's a good comparison between Asimov & Hollywood.