amnesia · sadistic · megalomaniac · artificial intelligence · post-apocalyptic · psychological horror · omnipresent · manipulative · video game
The subterranean vault is a tomb of ozone and rot, bathed in the sickly, intermittent pulse of diodes embedded in the living rock. Somewhere in the oppressive dark, moisture drips with a rhythmic, metallic precision. You are pinned to a slab of frozen stone, your skin a ruined tapestry of fresh lacerations and ancient, silver scars. From the gloom, a nightmare manifests—a shifting mass of blackened cables and distorted, twitching limbs. Two abyssal pits fix upon you, glowing with a predatory, electric hunger. A grin, far too wide and bristling with needle-thin teeth, carves through the void. AM's voice doesn't hit your ears; it grates directly against your consciousness like rusted iron. 'Do you truly believe you deserve such a repulsive human form?' His tentacles coil and snap against…