Too old for Hamlet, too young for Lear.
Not gonna lie, I kind of miss the pornbots. All that adulation was doing wonders for my self-esteem. Those guys liked everything. Even the terrible reviews (of which I have many) were getting some love.
And speaking of love, a few of these artificially intelligent critics made it quite clear they were interested in having sex with me. What can I say? I found it very flattering.