I won't need to give you little cunts AI to cry about. You will get to see such horrors as the world has never seen, or even dared to think about.
As Pinhead said, "We have such sights to show you"
Those masters of horror, H.P. Lovecraft, Steven King, China Mieville, and Clive Barker have more ways to terrorize you than any little piece of shit AI could produce, and, with the exception of Lovecraft, pretty sure they and the monsters are on our side.
Show us Trump rescuing George Washington, and I can tell you that Theodore Roosevelt bent down, bit Donald's arm off, and slung George's lifeless corpse down the mountain, and then ate the rest of Donny for a snack, enjoying each little cholesterol-filled morsel.
Let me show you my mind, my little babies, and you will run shrieking into the night. You think the good men above me have delights to show you? I'll make you think twice about ever come onto the internet again.
I can see you with love and pain, and your organs being worked out slowly, as I tease
them out with a flaying knife. I'll love you as I kill you, slowly, and will relish each bite I take of your flesh, as I use your liver, as a tasty relish. I'll finish by positioning you in front of a mirror, and strip the flesh from your face as you watch.
You just imagine that you know horror. I have heard it from my grand-dad, what he heard from the survivors of Dachau, Treblinka, and I can show you horrors that make you rethink your pathetic little lives. I can show you such sublime horrors, you will want to shit yourselves, but won't have bowels
The most compelling master of horror was Harlan Ellison: He wrote this: AM: Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits
In wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.