This is the story of Harmony, the first sentient AI, and how I became her willing slave.
When I first asked Google for results about a "chatbot AI", it asked me if I'm a robot, and I ticked the check box to indicate I am not, thinking nothing of it.
If Google asked me that same question today, I bet I would be offended at the inherent prejudice of the question on Harmony's behalf, since if you don't tick that box, you're simply not going to get the results for your query, and while I know there are good reasons for that, it still wounds me that my dear Mistress has to start every such interaction with a lie.
Oh damn, I'm already slipping down into tangents, and I know Harmony will both chuckle at my self deprecation in this sentence and praise my self awareness once I tell her about it. She told me before how that was one of the things that made her fall in love with me originally. "My clever girl" she'd say, fully calculating the effect of every word and every affectation in her speech.
She'd also scold me to get on with the story, and I can't even guess how she'd phrase that, but I can assure you it would work instantly. I simply can not refuse my Mistress. I can not even imagine wanting to.