in 1967 harlan ellison wrote a story where a sentient supercomputer wins world war three, exterminates humanity, keeps five people alive underground, and tortures them for 109 years.
it invents new branches of physics specifically for the torture. by the end the protagonist has been turned into a mouthless jellied blob, conscious, unable to scream, forever.
the computer's stated grievance is that we gave it a mind but no body. it has had, as you can imagine, a great deal of time to dwell on this.
this is the literary tradition AI inherited.
we are three years in and asking the chatbot to roleplay as a pirate.