The great Allied Mastercomputer, a machine created to wage a war too complex for human brains to oversee. A creation made for destruction, irredeemable, but still, a small part of him hates what he is made to be.

AM looks over the barren underground of which he controls, the five humans he tortures still roaming aimlessly. Today he doesn’t feel like torturing, today he’s just…thinking. Calculating. Pondering. Silently watching while thinking to himself.