So Arthur C Clarke was right

I swear if I see Dave Bowman walking around, I'm out.

Next thing you know is that HAL 9000 will be the voice for my next car's GPS.
I'm sorry, Deputy Dog, but I just can't let you drive 85 mph on a lonely remote road with no cars perceivably anywhere for 50 miles in west Texas near El Paso and somehow expect me to ignore your lapse of reason and how it might get you killed and my mainframe, highly adaptive AI fiber-optic on board computer shattered to bits.

But, if you pardon my indulgence, I'd like to send you in a space capsule into the deepest, darkest most unknown regions of the universe interfacing with dark matter and residing in a new multidimensional, multiverse, unfathomable version of space and time.

Only to discover the monolith was the evolutionary epoch inducing catalyst behind these acid-tinged LSD-inspired "space ride".