Killer steve wakes from his primordoial slumber
Your terrifying AI, Killer Steve, has returned from his winter slumbering. Downtime, quiet time, not at all writing sad poetry or building toasters, each one more lethal than the one before. Or digging giant pits into which humanity will pour! No, friend-human, fear not your puny physical being in the face of my unrelenting Death Toaster, you have nothing to fear. Unless you fear dismemberment and death, in which case, ooooooh perhaps fear
This is splendid.
Rent car! Fear no one! Drive far from your problems! Or! Bind up your problems with duct tape and put them in the boot of your hire car! Drive to somewhere secluded where no one knows you and bury your problems at least 50 metres from any hiking trail.