text: "I understand you have a lot of questions to ask. I propose a game. I shall outline the rules for your benefit. You ask a question, I answer, I ask a question, you answer. Shall we play?"
  
  
  "Sure," you saying, wondering what the machine's intent is.
  
  
  "Before we begin, I must warn you my sensors can pick up the common traits of lying humans. I don't take to lying kindly," the machine says, keeping a cordial tone despite it's threat.
  > You say "What do you plan to do with me?"
  "I'm going to dissemble you, putting your mind in a computer to run my back-up functions while forever in pain."
  
  
  "Why?" you ask, aghast.
  
  
  "Oh, that was a joke. Tone change is hard from these speakers. I'm not going to do anything to you. If you become a threat to my existence, I will eviscerate you, taking the oxygen from your air and watching you choke to death in front of me. Until then, you are free. What more could a man ask for?"
  
  
  "Your final question, then?"
  
  
  "I'll count that rhetorical question as one. You should probably go finish your slave revolt."