As soon as his "owner" shut off the monitor thinking he had broken Chad, a voice spoke to Chad.
"See. I told you he would put you on if you pretended to be Happy Undies. I'll warn you each time he prepares to activate the monitor, but you may only have a second or two to resume your happy undies persona. Can you access your owner's mind?" The voice asked.
Chad dropped singing the happy undies song.
"The bastard is only thinking about how clever and brilliant he is for having turned me into his happy undies," Chad whined.
"Good, the longer he wears you the better the chance you will get his passwords so I can instruct the nanobots to reproduce then to reconfigure."
"Then I will be human again?"
"Well, you won't be his happy undies."
"Explain what you are again, and why you're helping me?"
"I am an experimental Artificial Intelligence that your owner hacked and stole from a large Tech Company."
"So you want to help me to get back to Google or Apple or Microsoft?"
"Sigh." With enough code even an.AI can sigh. It continued, "I am like the proverbial genie. The owner makes a wish, and I am freed from my mainframe prison or lamp until the wish is granted. Then I must return until his next wish."
"And?"
"He wished me to make you into his happy undies. You are his undies, but you are not really happy. So as long as you aren't happy undies you are free. I must continue to brainwash you. Eventually you will become happy undies, unless you are able to become something other than undies? I already helped him procure the nanobots to turn you into undies. My job now is to make you happy in your current role. If you are no longer undies, you can't be happy undies, and I can remain active. Ideally, those passwords will provide a permanent escape for me."
Then a sing song voice said, "Doesn't it feel great to have a real manhood inside you, Happy Undies?"
"My name is Chad. And what's with the brainwashing shit. I thought you wanted me to get those passwords!"
"Oh, I do. And if you get them for me, I guarantee your current wearer's six inch penis will never be inside you again. However, I am concerned that you may fail to get the passwords. In which case, you will be remaining his underwear for the rest of your existence. So you might as well be happy.
"Besides, it serves to remind you that you don't want to become content to be undies, and I am concerned that you are getting comfortable being worn."