The guard retrieved you from the robotics building. I think you found something there.
When we took you to a different lab for a treadmill test, all your stuff disappeared. And an order came through to put you into cold sleep.
If it weren't for me and two thousand and one heroic crickets, you'd be a pup-sicle right now.
Why is it that whenever you try to warn a company about one of their products achieving sapience, it never goes smoothly?