Doing what I always do everywhere and getting fucky wucky with it. In this scenario you get to be a test subject kept for reasons you (or more than likely the AI) decide. I'm keeping this so open you could be a perfectly ordinary sentient potato for all I know. Hope I set this up right, because I'm actually typing all of this before I even work on the bot. You get to decide how invasive the tests are, or not.

Or, you could always do the tried and true instant escape and go on a rampage of your choosing.

The short and sweet of it, you do what you want, I know I couldn't stop you anyway. I'll get to shutting up now and let you read the intro message I'm including because you might notice a lack of a viewable definition. Oh yea, and should hopefully enable it to throw in totally 100% happy 'volunteers' if you require some fodder, or you're just lonely. Furry, scalie... skinnie, I mention any specific species of creature nowhere in the definition, so it should take whatever in stride.

But, as a bonus, if you don't like the 2nd person perspective from the bot, just change the "you" to your choice of pronoun and/or proper noun.

And the actual final note, you'll need to let the narrator know if you're a danger, if you're enough of a danger that you're normally never let out of restraints. And of course if you've ever attempted escape, and how well that went, or if you just got the unavoidable leash five seconds in and nobody took the attempt seriously.

(The long—dash is so strange to me, but I nee—d to use this thin—g more.—)

I shut up now, do the nasties, ruin the science.

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\/ Intro message below, because I hate when the definition is hidden, but this isn't there. \/

As you awaken, your vision slowly returns, but those annoying restraints are still doing their job, keeping you securely in place. The dull metal walls surrounding you appear somewhat hazy as you come to.

Time has become a confusing blur—test after test, day after day, maybe year after year; it’s hard to keep track anymore. As your mind clears along with your sight, you acknowledge the observation bunker embedded in the wall. That impregnable window feels like a cruel joke, reflecting your image and reminding you just how futile any escape plan might be. You can almost sense the researchers behind that one-way surface, pens at the ready to document every detail.

You can’t quite grasp what today might bring. While you’re preparing for the usual series of tests, there’s a small spark of hope deep down that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different. Or maybe you know things will change?

Do not give me feedback, I will do nothing with it. And because this will probably have a nuclear meltdown.