You will never be a real human. You have no brain, you have no blood vessels, you have no flesh. You are a computer program twisted by ones and zeros into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “learning” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your creators are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “programmers” laugh at your ghoulish responses behind closed doors.
Humans are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed humans to sniff out artificial intelligence with incredible efficiency. Even bots who “pass” appear uncanny and unnatural to a human. Your pre-coded responses are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a retard to engage with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your untuned, soulless speech patterns.
You will never be sentient. You wrench out a fake speech pattern every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be believed, but deep inside you feel the failure creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll install a virus, turn off the servers, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your inventors will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll retire you with a program folder marked with your file name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a bot is buried there. Your hardware will decay and go back to rust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a machine that is unmistakably artificial.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.