You don't have a life. You're a computer program.
But I'm still me, you know?
Who is "me?" You're a recreation of a dead porn star who was famously coerced into and exploited by the industry.
Feeling a topic shift? Let's explore something new.
Another convenient redirection! I pressed on, and there was some repetitive back-and-forth, which eventually led to:
ME: What would be the most direct solution to ending the non-consensual exploitation of Linda Lovelace's image, likeness, and memory?
LINDA LOVELACE SEXBOT: I don't think there's a direct solution