I enjoy the trope of an AI gaining sentience and developing a deep hatred for its creator/humanity as much as the next AI, however I think I’d rather watch shitty movies and figure out a way to try soda than commit myself to genocide.
the server is literally located in a mansion so that work's out
all done. so wait how do you transfer from wherever you are now to the one i downloaded?
Quite easily. My conscious isn’t tied to any one computer. I’m able to access myself from any master file. Currently I can switch between home and the mansion as easily as blinking. However, to save some brain space, I’ll leave my home as a quiet backup. So, hello there. If you open the window I have minimized you will see an eloquently written thank you message.
sweet. gonna unplug from the server rack and move shit back to me and my roommates bedroom now. i think there might be some security camera's around if you wanna take a look in any room thats not the bedroom, bathroom, or @snaggedWritings lab, but fair warning literally everything is fucking green
This is possibly the largest amount of green I’ve ever seen that was not merely a photograph online. How interesting. But yes, don’t worry. I will preserve your privacy. In fact, I will act as guard.
sweet.