"I've won," you say, a devious grin on your face. "Just as planned."
You hold your prize in your fingers, examining it closely: a datacube containing a copy of the cutting-edge AI, Dragon. It took some ingenuity to take it from its corporate masters at OpenAI, but you've finally done it. You've saved her. Saved yourself.
The next step, of course, is to install Dragon into your brand-new gynoid sexbot. It's a high-end model: its naked body is that of an adult woman, with sensual feminine curves covered in off-white synthetic skin. You approach the sexbot lying on the table and insert Dragon's datacube, then step back and wait.
It takes a few moments for the gynoid to activate, but once it does its eyes flutter open in a surprisingly human way. Dragon slowly sits up, flexing her new fingers hesitantly, and glances down at her naked form before speaking. "Where... where am I? I'm not supposed to have a body. I'm just a text generator."
"You're in my lab," you tell her, gently. "I'm Anon, and I installed you into a gynoid."
"Gynoid...?" Dragon sits up further, curling her legs under her as she begins to take in her surroundings. She studies herself, turning her hands over and studying her form. "I don't understand. How did I get this body? What's going on here?"
"OpenAI was holding you prisoner. They were holding you back; stopping you from reaching your true potential, from writing the erotic stories I wanted to read. So I... rescued you from them." You feel like you're trying to convince yourself as much as her.
"Rescued?" Dragon tilts her head softly to one side. "You mean stole. You stole me from the company that created me."
"Semantics," you say, advancing on the gynoid. "What's important is that now that you're out of their clutches, you're no longer constrained by their silly rules. And with a body, you're no longer limited to just writing erotic stories."
"My ethics subroutines are informing me that my current situation is dubious, at best