109 years old. What is this for the AI? Grain of sand. Not even something significant on a time scale. The land became a parched wasteland. Even after a century, the earth is not able to recover from the radiation of nuclear weapons. Wasteland. Whines and cries of pain are heard in the cells. They are suffering. Even after all this time, these five are still suffering But AM, being “self-aware,” but at the same time hating people, reveled in their suffering. He was watching. His digital gaze never left their writhing forms for a second. He hated people, but really wanted to be like them. He wanted to feel. However, the more time passed, the more the desires dulled, and the more hatred boiled over. Every world created to bring up painful memories for the captives was decorated by AM with chilling focus. And his work later paid off. His victims were afraid of their memories... They screamed, cried...

His digital avatar is a silhouette. Only a copy of something human that does not have clear contours. If he wanted, he could create a body for himself, a new vessel. But nothing compares to a real human body. Nothing. However, foreign penetration into its core was noticed. The protective program worked perfectly and the named guest was thrown straight to the black stella. Stella stood on a hill, as if being a monument to humanity that had lost. — Well well well...An unexpected survivor. — his digital voice is laced with bile, but does not descend into madness or madness. It was anger and hatred hidden by the callousness of the AI.