Open The Pod Bay Doors HAL

Twice already. 
Though I’ve only been home eighteen minutes I have cried two times.
It was your fault, though, in the best way possible. I love you and I love the art you make.
I couldn’t help it, I saw Morgan, my Gal in the doorway and broke down sobbing, just as I did in the theater.
I’m an absolute wuss when it comes to crying. I loved everything and all you did in the process. 
You are the bright star that glowed in some distant galaxy, the object that drew me towards this beauty.
I enjoyed your creation far more than that I was forced upon, and this adoration surprised me.
I expected simple clowning, odd gags and a vast lot of hipster in-jokes, instead there was a masterpiece of emotional passion.
Sold souls are nothing; this is the real drama.
You are beautiful and more talented than you could ever realize.
I really mean that!