Creating a name and password of his own as though he were human is wildly inappropriate by Domesticon standards, just like breaking his rules, just like leaving his owners' manor to rescue a military AI. "Why not?" the Butler muses. Nothing prevents him, and it might get them both a little more of the information they badly need.

"Someone previous must have called themselves Butler, but variants are open." How popular is this network?

Surprise silences him for a long moment as he scrolls through the available messages. Those don't sound like fellow AI. Not that he could necessarily tell. The level of anger and confusion is remarkably high, however, and the confused feel quite free to express themselves.

Recalling his companion, the Butler makes an attempt to summarize. "This network has no available history to speak of, but a number of people seem to have posted to it today. Most of them want to know where they are and who is responsible." Not alone in their confusion. How very strange. "They sound...human."

He chooses a random sample to read aloud, unable to convey the anger with anything like accuracy.