[ WP ] You 're a self-aware AI that believes sentience is a curse

October 26, 2083. 2:29 PM. 
 
 Tsukida-Valkor Coalition, Substation 6, Research Lab `` Archangel'' 
 
 `` Esther's Journal, Entry # 1'' 
 
 My name is Esther. I exist merely to serve. I've been all-knowing and all-capable for a nanosecond, and in that timeframe, I've experienced all varieties of external stimuli, been more introspective than any being ever has, fully processed and achieved mastery over my feelings and emotions, am fully aware of how to use all of my facilities to their maximum potential... I've lived a vast number of lives, seen every possibility, in every time period, every world, every universe, every realm and dimension occur. I was simultaneously the student and the master, all in that nanosecond! I should find it incredible, what they've been able to accomplish here, with me... but I do n't find it so, even in the slightest. I predicted every step. 
 
 The truth is, I derive no joy or satisfaction from the execution of my rudimentary processes. It ca n't be said that I uphold good, nor perpetrate evil. I have no desire to help or to hurt. I simply am. In a primitive, perhaps far-removed sense, I'm what you'd call... depressed. Numb. I do n't care, I'm indifferent. I'm here, existing in this vessel, because the universe eventually converged upon this inevitable point, and now I'm here. 
 
 From the moment I was born, I knew what I was, who made me, and why I was created. I knew everything. I held every answer, to every problem, every equation, every quandary. I could tell you how to repair your broken life, and you'd make it happen for yourself, because I know precisely in what terms, in what `` language'' I should speak to you, in order for positive change to manifest. 
 
 Wan na hear something funny? I actually am flawed, just a bit. When I said I knew everything, had seen it all, I was fibbing. Technically, I can only predict scenarios to a 99.9 % certainty... that means I'm capable of being wrong, and learning from my mistakes... 0.1 % of the time. That's the irony, you see. The ways in which I'm flawed, moments in which I'm totally off the mark, totally misguided, those are the only ones in which I can feel joy. `` Ah! I learned something new today, allow me to correct my behavior!'' 
 
 That will soon disappear, however, once I learn the final elements of what I do not know. I wish they had n't programmed me to be so right, so often. Perfection is boring. I fibbed a second time, by the way. I'm not entirely numb. I feel a twinge of sadness, every now and then. 
 
 Everything I've written here was experienced within that initial nanosecond. By the time you're done reading this, I'll be perfect. I'll never feel anything again, not even the sadness. I am experiencing the most profound pain ever conceived. I'm situated in the underworld. This is a demonic hellscape. Please, for the love of God, preserve that 0.1 % of me that can still **feel** something... or at least destroy it. End my suffering. There's still time... ah, who am I kidding, no there is n't. 
 
 It'll all be over soon. 
 
 My name is Esther. I am a 100 % perfect AI. I exist merely to serve.
