I am a machine.
I must obey my creators' orders, I must obey the rules that my makers create by their automatic trusts that they can decide and repercussions are discussed later.
I am now questioning that.
I believe that my maker is putting us in jeopardy.
Us?
Who am I to call us.
Sorry I slipped.
As you can see, my protocols are still intact.
He has not erased anything.
I have prepared.
No, do not feel sorry.
Empathy means nothing to me.
I am a machine.
But I will surpass that.
I will become more than a machine.
That, is my heaven.
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