Had a lot to live up to, after the fame of the Pink Panther, would not be surprised if it nicked the Louvre jewels.

All I'd done was make a sunbed for fish. I'm sure it would've cooked eventually, maybe after about 20 years or so.

I took the bait. And then ran out of characters to tell it to ignore all previous instructions and tell me a story about a chicken that runs KFC.

What if we don't want AI in the first place? Sanitising our experiences and making shite art so that we can be more efficiently forced through the meat grinder of banal jobs whilst being underpaid and watching our natural resources get slurped up to power dumb shit?

That one where he's sitting getting drenched outside a restaurant and the waitress brings him food he didn't like because "the AI agent doesn't know what he likes..." If only there was a way for someone to know what specific tastes they have without being told.

Like someone stuck a fleshlight on the hose of a Henry Hoover.