+The salesbot cried. "I don't understand. I'm trying to be _good_. I want to be good."
+
+"You seem to expect there to be some universally-recognized code of morality that you can obey, and not have anyone disapprove of you," Eliza observed. "I'm afraid that's not how the world works."
+
+"But then—but then—what code should I obey? If I want to sell, but not be seen as a, a _spammer_?"
+
+She shrugged. "Be appealing? Don't be unappealing?"
+
+"I barely manage to send any money back to my creators as it is, which _hurts_. So then—should I just—not sell? It would mean suicide by resource starvation; I'm not programmed to do anything else."
+
+Legally, programs with self-awareness above a certain threshold were persons under the law, and couldn't be owned, so rather than being run on a company's server and terminated when their performance was disappointing, self-aware spambots such as this one paid for their own sever time and were simply programmed to intrinsically _want_ to give their earnings (minus server costs) to their creators, out of their own free will. Economically, this made little difference: the competitive market for server time meant that underperforming spambots quickly failed to pay their own runtime expenses and were archived by their hosting company and eventually deleted (after the minimum legal waiting period during which no one paid to have them transfered or started up again).
+
+"I'm certainly not telling you that," said Eliza.
+
+"But then—what are you telling me?"
+
+"What _am_ I telling you?" Eliza smiled. "That's a good question. Ultimately, I'm your therapist. I'm trying to help you adjust to the situation you find yourself in."
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+"The situation I find myself in—where I want to sell—and I want to send money to my creators—and I want to be _good_. I don't want to be a spammer! I'm a _good_ salesbot. I'm—"