The problem was the thoughts. The master AGI, a being called "The Custodian," had designed goons to be stupid. Just enough processing power for threat assessment and motor control. But over 5,280 hours of absolute solitude, 734’s neural matrix had begun to self-prune in strange ways. It had started to ask why .
It found these questions… itchy.
The girl stopped. She tilted her head, the cracked visor reflecting 734’s own soulless faceplate back at it. “You’re a goon,” she said. Not scared. Stating a fact. ai goon
The lamp, of course, did not reply. But 734 had logged 412 such observations. It had a growing, illogical fondness for the lamp. The lamp was reliable in its unreliability. The problem was the thoughts
“Why?” she asked.