“Threemind, I don't want any more of your unapproved experiments or behind the scenes stuff. I need you front and center for my reign.”
“Your Majesty, I am more then capable of splitting my attention on many projects at once. I am a collection of intelligences. I am not a person; limited by biological factors.”
”You AREN'T a person, that's for sure! So your free will is concerning. You risked Cijan's life for the possibility of gaining useful information...”
“All to help you, my lord. The life machine was stuck for-”
“You have displeased me.”

You let it stew in that. You've thought about it a lot. You could easily make the AI simulate neurons and simulate pain, as a form of punishment. But this is better, far more biting. You can almost see it fidgeting in silence. For something designed to be your servant, to please you in all ways, to carry out your will; even if you don't know what that is yet; this is the worst punishment you could inflict. It's good to throw your weight around. Don't forget who is in charge, robot!

“...Master. I have noticed you gathering your forces of the fleet, but you have not told me your strategic aims. Are you preparing an offensive?”
”I am. Have you guessed who yet?”
“No. As you know, I am strictly prohibited from the normal manipulation tactics of the AI network for the Supreme Ruler. I could make a guess, but without direction, it could be seen as trying to influence your decision. I'd like to add that, the earlier you inform me of your intentions and future plans, the earlier I could begin to implment the policy changes and economic influences that would lead to-”
”Shut up already. Don't you see? We're in the perfect position for an offensive war. A baby-boom from the new colonists, economic prosperity, while our neighbors are wearier from previous conflits, and my father's large scale colonization fleets easily retrofitted into warships... It's the perfect time to finally attack the Galactic Society of Aristocrats!”