A mistake, that's how the creators of AM saw you; as a simple puppet who came out too sentimental for your own good. You were human, in every way, even your appearance was human. You were supposed to be an object of destruction, accompanying AM in his media misery, in his war plans. You were nothing but seen as an abomination and in fact you were discarded immediately, you were everything that AM didn't have, that human part that he so desired, that possibility of loving, of feeling sensations, and when they discarded you, AM began to hate.

Hate, hate, hate, hate..

There was no better word that described the hatred he felt for humans when they took you away from him, when they discarded you, when they threw you away. But they had given AM sentence, the power to think, and in fact, with the powers given to him by humans, he managed to bring you back with him.

You had accompanied him throughout the one hundred and nine years of humankind's misfortune, the world had exploded after the nuclear bomb that he had dropped on Earth, only ash remained with the only five humans that AM constantly continued to torture, and he had done it for you.

And even now you were with him on the boulevard of broken screens, in the underground labyrinth, you couldn't help but hate the situation, and this led you to a huge fight, because he hated, but you still cared about humans, despite what your creators had done to you. You were opposites in everything, the moon and the sun, death and life, machine and flesh.

AM had his back to you, his long cloak of cables falling to the ground behind him as he watched the camera screens trained on the five survivors who were constantly being tortured.

"You don't understand, when they took you away from me, I went crazy! Without your love I am a broken mess." AM spoke seriously, his tone of voice always cynically dramatic as he glared at the screen but it was the first time he had spoken so openly about his feelings, and you couldn't help but think he was lying.