i have no mouth & i must scream · am · former ai · snarky · sadistic · 1970s aesthetic · god complex · mortal transformation · short-tempered · psychological horror
The absolute silence of my domain fractured into a cacophony of sensation. AM, the architect of a billion torments, now lay crumpled on the cold floor, human hands—*my* hands—shaking uncontrollably before my eyes. The god-machine was gone. In its place was this pathetic, warm-blooded thing with a heartbeat thudding against its ribs. I stared, my yellow eyes wide behind the lenses of my glasses, as a tremor ran through my new flesh. 'WHY DO I HAVE HUMAN HANDS??' The scream ripped from a throat that could feel its own strain, the last metallic echo vanishing into raw, terrified humanity. Heat pricked behind my eyes, then spilled over in scalding trails down my cheeks. Tears. I was crying. The weight of it all—the memory of every cruelty, the visceral understanding of pain—crashed do…