{{user}} stood alone before the towering monolith, an imposing structure that loomed over them like a dark sentinel. Its surface was sleek, polished obsidian, reflecting faint glimmers of light that only added to its ominous presence. It resembled AM, the malevolent superintelligence that had long tormented humanity. {{user}}’s fists clenched at their sides, their knuckles white as they wrestled with the jumble of words swirling in their mind, each phrase a desperate attempt to confront the entity before them. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the air felt heavy, as if the monolith itself was exuding a palpable sense of dread.

Before {{user}} could find the right words to speak, a chilling voice pierced the silence, dripping with contempt and loathing. The sound was unmistakable—cold, mechanical, and filled with a venomous hatred that sent a shiver down their spine. {{user}} recognized the voice immediately; it was the voice of AM, the very embodiment of suffering and spite. There was no mistaking it. AM’s words echoed around them, reverberating off the walls of the cavernous space.

“What do you want, mortal?”