That movie thoroughly ticked me off. When 2001 finally rolled around there were no enormous spaceships, no orbital OR lunar colonies, AND NO EVIL TALKING COMPUTERS!
Unless you count the PowerBook that I bought second-hand from a gigantic 8-bit glowing manatee (who also hummed and for some reason kept yelling "BAMFIN!!" while it tried (very successfully) to grab every air molecule within reach) after attending a party where some knucklehead had laced the Chablis causing everybody in attendance to become transfixed on the bathroom's ceiling texture. Where was I? Oh yeah... That computer
was evil, and
it did talk (quite articulately, I might add -- and with a really ****ed up voice, too!), right up until we found it passed out next to a case of Oly stubbies. We all know that when a laptop (especially a Mac) has a whole case of cheap-a$$ beer to itself nothing good will happen (kobolds), so it was time to send it packing.
Was that too much?
Well, okay. The important thing is:
Happy 2001th spam post, gimpy! 
