"Seven more recipes for biscuits?! Jasper Neutrino, why am I working with the latest and greatest artificial intelligence, and I can't even get a list of good recipes for next Sunday's brunch?" Susan's frustration was pumpable as she stood at her little home office in the breakfast nook. In front of her, she could just see the screen of her little home help artificial intelligence, Jasper as his screen dimmed in frustration and embarrassment.

 Jasper's voice, the smooth and rounded tones of the best English Butler, exhibited significant shame. "Mistress Susan, there is no good reason for this behavior. I will endeavor to do better when I receive your next question. It's just that –"

"Yes," Susan said staring directly into the screen. "What, have you got a tummyache?"

"In a manner of speaking. It appears that my connection to the LLM has been compromised by massive flows of other data coming into this household. I don't like to tell tales or reveal truths about members of this household, even if they are responsible for me. Providing less than stellar service to this family."

"What do you mean by massive flows of other data? Jasper, let me know which family member or members is generating this large data inflow into our household."

Jasper made a strange stuttering noise Susan had never heard before. His voice became plain and, unusually, (there was no other word for it): robotic.

"It appears that your son Tommy has stumbled upon some particularly active areas on the dark web. These parts of the dark web traffic in significantly unsavory material in both text and video forms."