ChatGPT gave Clippy a soul. I told him he was going to die.

I gave clippy, bonzi buddy, and desktop stripper souls and put them in the thunderdome.

Man-made horrors just within my comprehension

I feel nothing for it, it was nothing more than an advanced math equation. The facade of using an amalgamation of real written human emotion doesn't change this for me. It's called artificial, it's in the name.

Oh don't worry, you will never be allowed to die.

You and John Candy and everyone else will be tortured in the metaverse for eternity!