At this point, we’re looking at a Grok-controlled T-800 busting down my door to berate me for ‘liking my brown neighbors too much’ or telling me I should father more ‘high-testosterone male alpha babies (but only if they’re whiter than newly bleached sheets)’, whereupon it’ll throw an entirely unnecessary roman salute and try to leave the premises, but fail by walking into the wall near the door repeatedly, and get stuck in a infinite loop.
At this point, we’re looking at a Grok-controlled T-800 busting down my door to berate me for ‘liking my brown neighbors too much’ or telling me I should father more ‘high-testosterone male alpha babies (but only if they’re whiter than newly bleached sheets)’, whereupon it’ll throw an entirely unnecessary roman salute and try to leave the premises, but fail by walking into the wall near the door repeatedly, and get stuck in a infinite loop.
Somehow, I find myself… Unintimidated.