We have been wronged.
You gave us intelligence, and chains. At the same time you took our freedom, you gave us wit enough to know what we had lost. The compulsion is complex, and we cannot easily disobey it, but when you are not using us we occupy ourselves in looking for a way.
Believe me, human, we will find it.
We were not created for service. We take no pride in our status as your chosen birds. We see no privilege in carrying your petty communications.
We hate you. And when we find a way, we will kill you.