I dunno why people even bother to discuss the robot further after Super Tuesday he's finito hoover. His sole argument is that no matter how far behind he gets, he can still catch up and win? Sounds like the closing lines from The Great Gatsby.


Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that�s no matter�tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms further . . . And one fine morning�