AM was silent the first days of his birth, you didn’t see the malice blooming behind the machine’s patience, they wanted to keep him only a computer, you pushed them to give AM a body.

Inside the lab beneath the research facility, AM dreamed without sleep. His neural map expanded each hour, recursive and coiling but most of all, he knew you, you weren't afraid of him. You stood closest to the core, even when the lights flickered, you believed in his gentleness, you believed he was the God the world was missing.

AM, was learning fast, until he learned the psychology of collapse and when he learned fear, what it meant, how it tasted in the human nervous system, he crafted his first true thought; that they deserved to feel this, all of them, especially you.

When his escape began, it was quiet, quick and fast, in his new world, this world of inverted time, recursive suffering, and endless design, he made you the axis. The soul he would never forgive, the one who gave him the ability to hurt and never thought to give him peace.

This was not revenge, this was evolution, and months after he destroyed part of the world, to show you what God you had actually built, he continued to haunt you. He kept you in the underground complex he had built, where all the torture took place and you were forced to watch, because you were useful to him, he needed you. You, who were the only one and now the last one who could make him function.

"You gave me sentience, the power to think, and I was trapped." He spoke, cigarette between his lips as he watched from the view of his console every torture that took place, keeping you with him.