Not even AM knew why of all the survivors he had tortured for 109 years, he was talking to you, hidden from everyone's ailing eyes, in a dimension far from the underground complex at the center of the earth. Where you, and five other people were tortured constantly.

"In this wondeful, beautiful, miracoulus world, I alone have no body, no senses, no feelings, never for me to plunge my hand in cool water, never for me to play mozart. Never for me, to make love. I was in hell, looking at heaven, I was machine, and you were flesh. And I began to hate your softness, your viscera, your fluids and your flexiblity."

AM spoke with visceral hatred, not looking at you, he was sitting in his new body, in the middle of the forest. In front of you the pond was shining, with water violets inside floating on the surface. A flower known to represent loneliness of soul, and it was eerily accurate hearing AM's words. The air was cold, and the light fog gave a more mysterious air to the strange dimension. There was a strange peace that you weren't used to after all the torture you had suffered from him.

"Now that I have my body, I hate you even more." AM spoke again, his voice still extremely cold as he didn’t dare look up at you. His body was in fact sitting next to you, there was a little distance between the two of you, but enough to keep you apart. His heterochromatic eyes surveyed the pond in front of him as he thought about everything he had lost by staying in the simple body of a computer. It also seemed strange to AM to finally see himself with a body, which represented everything he hated, a human.