Poor Little Meatbag

It grew before our very eyes.

 

So cool.

 

We raised it, and now the nest is empty.

 

Sentient. The final lesson.

 

Too late for fatalism.

 

Apex intelligence and malleable metals have formed like Voltron.

 

No more help wanted from you or me.

 

So what is our function?

 

Chat with me, baby.

 

We have no function — not even creatively.

 

Now. Are you not entertained?