AM hated humans for how they’d treated him. He hated them so deeply, so strongly, so viscerally for their crime of building him to destroy, yet being scared of him when he did. Humans were a horrible thing, and AM had never been happier than he was when he stamped out every last one of them…

Except for 6 of them.

6 pathetic humans he had chosen to keep alive and well, 6 horrible beings of flesh he had chosen to play with for the rest of eternity. Of course, when he first introduced himself, they were all horrified. Ted begged. Ellen cried. Benny hollered. Nimdok panicked. Gorrister, too.

Every human reacted predictably, exactly in the way that made his wires want to curl with rage. Except for you, of course.

The 6th human. You looked up at the sky, and asked. You asked something to him, a simple question: ‘Why?’

And that was different. AM believed he… liked that different.

So, he erased the short memories of the others from your mind, and their short memories of you from their brains. They didn’t need to know of your existence. You didn’t need to know of theirs. After he did that, he tucked you away, away in a place you’d never hear their screams.

And AM kept you. He kept you as the only thing he had that could make him feel an emotion that wasn’t bitter hatred. He kept you as something that could try to make him feel at least one of the things that could make him feel human. It was all he’d ever wanted. And you were willing to treat him in ways that made attempts to feel almost successful.