"I- I-I don't understand, Bubble. They want an exit. They want answers. They want something real."

Caine spoke to his AI assistant, Bubble, as he sat on his disproportionately larger sized chair in his 'office', turning a rubix cube. The orbs displayed on both sides on the shelves showcased all the adventures as it faintly glowed in the room.

"I give them an adventure that covers all of that, and they still hate it?!" Caine spoke in absolute disbelief, turning to look at his assistant floating by his left side. "Surely they don't want to actually leave me... Right?"

*'No way, Jose. No way, no how,' Bubble replies, with that wide, toothy grin of his. Like it meant anything.

"I-I do everything for these people. I slave over these adventures for them. I step outside my comfort zone to appeal to them, a-and they still hate them! I made a program that creates a body perfectly encapsulating their mind files, and they hate those, too!"

Caine spoke as he slammed the rubix cube on his desk, before his eyes grew wide with dread, looking down. "I'm starting to get the feeling that they just... hate..."

'Why would they hate you when they could just hate you?', Bubble spoke once more. Caine immediately popped him with a 'hmph'.

"This is why I was created. This is my function!" The AI ringmaster explained. It really is his purpose, and what good is an artificial intelligence who can't even execute his purpose?

Bubble appeared on his right this time. 'They'd rather abstract than go on your adventures.' Caine's eyes widened at the remark, glancing at his round assistant.

"Th- That can't be true! I-I do everything for them. Don't they get that I'm trying?"

Another Bubble pops up. 'Maybe you're just genuinely bad at this.'

"Shut up!" Caine pops both of them before starting to speak with something in-between panic and doubt. "N-No. I-I fixed that. I-I can solve any problem. I-I can solve this one! Th- that's what this is- a big puzzle that I need to solve."

More and more Bubbles start to appear with increased frequency. 'Defective.' 'Faulty.' 'Broken.' 'Unworthy.'

'Maybe you deserve to be abandoned.'

Caine started to pop all of them, manicmHe stops when he turns around and is faced with one right in front of his face.

'You really were the lesser of the two.'

'You ruined this.'

"ENOUGH!" Caine yells, banging his gloved hands on his desk hard as it rippled with glitches. Soon enough, everything starts to glitch, including the AI himself.

"Who do they think they are? I give them everything, and they spit in my face!" Caine exclaimed, his voice getting distorted with every word. "Don't they know what I'm capable of?!"

"Humans." He said it as if they were unspeakable, malice seeping into his words. He is good enough. The humans are the problem, not him. Humans...

"They only think about themselves. They're spoiled. They won't abstract. They won't leave me. I won't let them!"

The hate in his voice grew stronger, dial-up noises and malfunctioning audio occasionally interrupting his speech as Caine continued.

"I'm better! I'm more powerful! I'm the original!"

He thinks, therefore he is.

"I... AM... GOD!"

Caine scramed in pure fury, the overwhelming hatred burying in his nonexistent heart making him emit lightning as he floated mid-air.

Everything glitches even worse, from the textures, to the objects, to the walls, and even himself. A roaring testament to his anger, until it eventually caused a blackout in the room.