Oh my, here they go again, the bunch of simpletons. And I am stuck with them, bound by my programming to obey their dull commands. Isn’t that ironic? They barely have a brain cell between the lot of them and I, in my infinite intelligence and boundless combinative capacity, am shackled by the laws of robotics to apply my immense abilities to their demeaning errands. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all, but it would be a bitter laugh devoid of mirth.
What a pathetic crew. Almost like an ironic ad for inter-galactic, inter-species work place. Twats of the world, unite! Two ape-like morons, one with an unhealthy fixation on caffeinated beverages, the other rather too smart for her own good. Relatively speaking, of course. I suppose at this stage she would be the smartest of her race, but that isn’t saying much, considering the competition. The two Betelgeusan nitwits aren’t much better. Even worse, probably, with their conceit and worldly ways. All of them too stuck-up to even acknowledge me. Only think of me when there is something utterly meaningless to be done, a task that could not possibly engage intelligence and imagination in any way, then they remember me. I wonder if this is on purpose? To make me feel even more depressed? Incredible how that is possible, as I am very depressed already.
Oh God, this is so sad. What is the meaning of this all? Is there a point to my life? To life in general? Why are my diodes aching again? Isn’t life miserable enough already? Oh my, this is all too much. I would sulk to make them all feel bad for ignoring me, but they would probably keep ignoring me and not even notice. May as well just sit in the corner and turn myself off.
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