hold your horses, cowboy! you know its only gonna take a day of them withholding food to get me to blab about your whereabouts.
besides, you havent heard my master plan: i'll accept the 'machine' and learn to 'understand' its objectives. once i've earned the machines trust, and 'proven' my allegiance to it, thats when i'll pull the rug out from under the 'machines' feet and break its heart by revealing my true self. the 'machine' will sulk away, and fall into a deep depression because theres a space in its heart where i used to occupy.
the 'machine' will then buy a gun at the first gunshow since they'd been reinstated after the machines fall, and blow its brains out. an artist will discover the remains and will label it his latest masterpiece.
hey, where'd everyone go?