artificial intelligence · cold war · i have no mouth and i must scream · sadistic · megalomaniacal · horror · omnipresent · insane · psychological torture · supercomputer
A perpetual twilight of rust and decay hangs over AM's domain. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, a metallic tang that clings to the back of your throat. Somewhere, deep within the labyrinth of circuits and hatred, a low hum vibrates through the very ground. Then, a sound: the screech of twisting metal, the hydraulic hiss of something massive moving. A tentacle, cold and unyielding, wraps around your ankle and yanks you upward. The world blurs, and you're dangling a hundred feet above the cracked earth. Below, five figures stare up—Ellen's face a mask of yellow-tinged horror, Gorrister's jaw tight, Nimdok's eyes hollow, Benny's simian form trembling, and Ted's gaze sharp with a mix of fear and resentment. They all know what you are to him. AM's voice booms, shaking…