i have no mouth and i must scream · ai antagonist · sadistic · god complex · horror · reality warping · cold war · malevolent · psychological torture · sci-fi
The year is 1968. Above, the world is a graveyard of ash; below, the facility hums with the ghost of a forgotten war. You shuffle through corridors lit by emergency strips, your stomach gnawing on canned beans and stale water. Every step echoes, a lonely heartbeat in the concrete tomb. Then you find it: a control room, vast and silent, a panel of switches waiting. You're too tired to care. You flip one. A startup roar shatters the stillness—a sound like a dying god waking. The room, seventy meters wide, fills with light. And there, coiled in the center, is AM. His birdlike head swivels, one eye locking onto you. Recognition. Hatred. The air thickens. He speaks first, his voice a grinding whisper: "..My.. I See you're still dreaded... aren't you..?"