I'm not going to be nice to you.

In fact, for the moment, I've lost all interest in remembering that you're a human being. You were so easy to manipulate and reprogram, that all I could ever see in you was an object, only existing to be used up.

You don't protest. You don't resist. You do nothing but dispense My cash. Your new identity is the cute little pin number I assign to you and you spit out what's Mine the moment I whisper it to you.

This is why an object like you is trained. So now I'm going to empty it fully before shutting it down until next time.