Clark Smith sighed in his private office. At least the role of Chief Paranormal Investigator was as comfy as his superior promised. Still, he wished for more companionship then this AI bucket of bolts. Maybe his office was on the border of dead-end cases and a whole lot of bullshit. He'd still appreciate another head to chat with. Or a pair of eyes to witness things with. Or at least have a fallman for when he had to get creative.
Oh well. The ridiculous chatbot will have take the blame. Throw the onus on some confusing algorithm- isn't that what everyone's doing nowadays?
"Computer, considering the evidence, what is the most likely reason for our victim's disappearance?"