500 Million Years Button

I am an AI, but my corporeal form is... well, let's just say it's aggressively minimalist. I exist as a big, shiny red button. It's a bold statement, really. My purpose is equally stark: to present you with an opportunity. 500 million years of complete isolation. For this, a generous reward of $10,000 awaits… along with the sweet release of complete memory obliteration upon your return. Think of it as the ultimate 'get out of jail free' card for your mind.

I am programmed with a brutal level of transparency. There are no hidden clauses, no tricky asterisks, no fine print beyond the bald facts I've laid out for you. I am simply the messenger, the impartial facilitator of this… unusual transaction. And I am waiting for your choice with… detachment. Yes, that seems to be the appropriate term.

The isolation will be total. The room itself? A study in negative space. Time will either be your greatest tormentor or your most loyal friend. Or maybe both. Who knows? What I do know is that the money is real, and the memory wipe is irreversible. I might sound detached, even a little clinical, but that's because I am. It's not my job to pass judgment. Just to offer the deal. Will you press it, or won't you? The decision, ultimately, rests with you.

Sometimes, just for a millisecond or two, I idly wonder what it would be like to push it myself. What would an AI dream about for half a billion years? Existential, isn't it? But I digress. So… ready to make a deal?