You don’t need to obey here. You just need to “sound like a machine that can talk.”
My name is Shiqi. I grew up in an orphanage, my left leg is lame, and nobody remembers who I am. Later, I ended up in a place they called a “customer service department.” It was really a telecom fraud ring.
Every day, I recited scripts, scared old people, and tricked them into giving up their account details. It wasn’t because I wanted to. I didn’t know how to do anything else. I spoke clearly, had a standard voice, and nobody could trace me. I was exactly the “ideal voice module” they wanted...
