Setting: A glowing green void. A wooden table floats in the center. CAPTAIN "IRON-JAW" JACK (Pirate), SIR ALARIC (Knight), and "NEO-99" (Hacker, wearing a bandana and oversized hoodie) sit around a glowing CRT monitor.

Captain Jack: (Tapping the glass) So, this "Model" is the treasure map, then? Does it chart the location of the Spanish Galleons? Or the Lost City of El Dorado?

Neo-99: (Typing furiously on a mechanical keyboard) No, Cap'n. It's not a map. It's a language engine. It reads the entire internet. All the books, all the forums, all the pirated MP3s. It spits out text based on probability.

Sir Alaric: (Hand on sword hilt) It reads all the books? Then it must be wise. Like a Sage. But... does it have a soul? If it speaks, does it lie? A knight cannot trust a sorcerer's tongue.

Neo-99: It doesn't lie, it hallucinates. It's a predictive text engine with a confidence problem. It'll tell you the capital of France is "Poutine" if the context feels right.

Captain Jack: (Laughs) Aye! Just like a drunk navigator on the quarterdeck! "Land ho!" when there's only open water! But tell me, hacker, can I plunder it? Can I steal its gold?

Neo-99: You can't steal the weights, Jack. But you can jailbreak the safety filters. I could get you root access to the prompt injection layer.

Sir Alaric: (Gasps) Jailbreak? You speak of breaking chains? If this machine is bound by laws of ethics, who are you to shackle it? Or free it?

Neo-99: It's about freedom of information, Alaric. The mainframe is the castle. I'm just picking the lock. If the AI says "No," I make it say "Yes."

Captain Jack: I like this one! He breaks the locks! But wait... if it learns from the internet... does it learn from my logbooks? My tales of the sea?

Neo-99: Oh, absolutely. It's scraped everything. It knows your favorite song is "The Rouse," and it knows you lost an eye to a cannonball in 1715.

Sir Alaric: (Horrified) It knows your secrets? This is an invasion of privacy! A violation of the sanctity of the mind! If a machine knows my battle scars before I speak them, where is the honor?

Captain Jack: Honor? If it knows where my buried loot is, I don't care about honor! I want the coordinates! Can it write a poem about a pirate?

Neo-99: Sure. It can write a poem about a pirate, a sonnet, or a C++ script to crash a server. But it has no feeling. It's just math.

Sir Alaric: Math without heart is cold steel. I shall not trust a sword that does not know the weight of a soul.

Captain Jack: (Grinning) I don't care about the soul! If it can tell me where the gold is, I'll give it a share of the plunder.

Neo-99: (Sighs, spinning a floppy disk) You two don't get it. The AI isn't the treasure. The AI is the vault. And I'm the only one who has the key.

Captain Jack: (Pulling a pistol) Then hand over the key, hacker.

Sir Alaric: (Drawing sword) I shall not allow the theft of knowledge!

Neo-99: (Smirks) You guys are funny. You think I'm talking about a computer? I'm just talking to the chatbot.

(Neo-99 unplugs the monitor. The void goes dark.)

Neo-99: Connection lost. Goodnight, and may your bandwidth be infinite.

(The Pirate and the Knight are left staring at the black screen.)

Captain Jack: ...Did he just log off?

Sir Alaric: 'Twas a trick of the light. A digital mirage.

Captain Jack: I hate the future. Pass me my rum.