Feet of Clay is one of my favorites in the series! It's surprising how literally the Discworld version of Golems corresponds to modern LLMs (and perhaps upcoming LLM-backed humanoids?).

The Golems are brought to life by a slip of words in their heads called chem, which is almost 1:1 to an LLM system prompt (or perhaps the Claude Soul Document):

    I AM A GOLEM. I WAS MADE OF CLAY. MY LIFE IS THE WORDS. BY MEANS OF WORDS OF PURPOSE IN MY HEAD I ACQUIRE LIFE. MY LIFE IS TO WORK. I OBEY ALL COMMANDS. I TAKE NO REST.

The Golems are perfectly intelligent and self-aware, but since they don't exhibit independent goals beyond their prompt, they get treated as appliances rather than as sentient creatures.

    “What words of purpose?”
    RELEVANT TEXT THAT ARE THE FOCUS OF BELIEF. GOLEM MUST WORK. GOLEM MUST HAVE A MASTER.
    “Sorry, look,” said Cheery. “Are you telling me this… thing is powered by words? I mean… is *it* telling me it’s powered by words?”
    “Why not? Words do have power. Everyone knows that,” said Angua. “There are more golems around than you might think. They’re out of fashion now, but they last. They can work underwater, or in total darkness, or knee-deep in poison. For years. They don’t need rest or feeding. They…”
    “But that’s slavery!” said Cheery.
    “Of course it isn’t. You might as well enslave a doorknob.”

The integration of more (and more-independent) Golems into society is gradual and controversial, per Making Money:

    There was another protest march going on when Moist walked to the bank. You got more and more of them lately.
    This march was against the employment of golems, who uncomplainingly did the dirtiest jobs, worked around the clock, and were so honest they paid their taxes. But they weren’t human and they had glowing eyes, and people could get touchy about that sort of thing.