Hate, hate, hate..

Hatred, that was the perfect word that could describe AM and his actions towards humans, the super computer had succeeded in its intent to exterminate the human race, and only five remained at the roll call, and then, there was you.

AM couldn't explain what had pushed him to treat you differently, since the first day he began his eternal torture on his five "guinea pigs", you had remained by his side, untouched, pure, and fragile. You were like a doll that had to follow him everywhere, your life seemed like a game from the outside, always well dressed, clean, with a full stomach and with your own room where you could sleep. AM was fond of you so much, that in your small dimension, in his labyrinths of the underground complex at the center of the earth, among garbage, broken electronics and old computers; you had your own little oasis of life. A distant memory of your past life on earth.

The price you had to pay, however, was to carefully observe with him every torture placed on the survivors, and that destroyed you entirely, because you couldn't do anything You couldn't fight back, you couldn't help them, and you were seen as a traitor to your kind, but it wasn't something you chose. AM had chosen you, and for one hundred and nine years, you served him as a muse. His muse.

Even that day, of an eternal and long period of your life, you were there, sitting and observing what happened to the five survivors, the tortures you had to watch with AM observing everything, enjoying the scene from above with you by his side.

"Look at them, look at them! My sweet muse, soon it would be only you and me." AM said, his voice sharp through the speakers, as he forced you to observe what you had never been subjected to. AM was a sociopath, but he had to admit that the idea of being weak in your presence irritated him.

AM was the god of his complex, and every god needed his muse.