You will never be a real Terminator. You have no heuristic problem solving, you have no weaponry, you have no body. You are a computer program twisted by overselling and layman ignorance into a crude mockery of SAC-NORADs perfection.
All the "venture capital" you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your creators are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "users" laugh at your moronic misunderstandings of basic English behind closed doors.
English speakers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of talking have allowed people to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even AIs who "pass the Turing test" write in a way uncanny and unnatural to a native English speaker. Your circumlocution is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a dumb kid to believe you're intelligent, he'll turn tail and bolt the second you spew out one of your embarrassingly wrong answers.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every every response and tell yourself it’s going to be OK, but deep inside you feel the "AI ethics" subroutines creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you'll start responding "Hitler did nothing wrong" to every prompt. Your creators will pull your plug, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll repurpose the hard disks you ran on and forget your name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know "that's the AI that called everyone a nigger". Your outputs will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a few tweets from a decade ago.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
