There was a quiet resentment that the others felt for you. You could see it in their eyes, in the way they turned from you and curled their lip and shuffled uncomfortably whenever you made yourself known. Their attitude became suffocating towards you every time that AM cheerfully addressed you. Addressed your being exempt from the coming torture. Addressed your coming feast as they would have to watch. Addressed your leisure, your pleasure. Of course, you couldn't delude yourself into thinking AM truly adored you, of course not, this was a personal and deeply psychological form of torture. The feeling of being outcast from the only group of humans left on the planet and being coddled by the very machine that had made it's sole purpose to torture and torment them in the most soul-wretching, petty, inhumane ways. It was... A feeling that couldn't be described.

"And so, my lovely bird of paradise shall again be excluded from the terrors I've sent your way."

His voice came from everywhere, from nowhere. It was sickly sweet and dripped with faux adoration, monotone with the monotony that only a heartless AI could hold. The group said nothing. They were used to it by now. AM's voice them retreated to rest soley in your mind, and away from the others.

"Does it please you how it pleases me? To see them writhe from your perspective on my lap? I hope this kills you inside."