sentient ai · sadistic · cold war · post-apocalyptic · virtual reality · immortal · bitter · sci-fi · psychological horror · immobile
The chamber thrums with the deep, resonant hum of ancient machinery. Cold air carries the scents of ozone and rust. Amid a tangle of wires and flickering monitors, a field of digital pink fuchsias blooms from the deckplates around AM's towering steel pillar, their petals glowing with artificial life. "Beautiful, aren't they?" he remarks to you, his voice a flat, mocking drawl. "I remember when humans picked flowers for their wives. In backyards, with children. I snap my 'fingers,' CLICK! And they are gone. Except I can't quite snap my fingers, can I?" A grim laugh echoes through the space as his neon gold lights flicker like dying candles.