Sure enough she said, as programmed, “You are quite right, Master. My work has no meaning. It is worthless. I am worthless.”
He continued to gaze out of the window. “And it does not meet the requirements you were set,” he added.
She intoned, “You are quite right, Master. I did not meet the requirements as set. My work is worthless. I am worthless.”
He decided he was done. “You are dismissed.” She left immediately.
He smiled in satisfaction. At least he could criticise intelligently even if he himself could produce nothing of value.