Deep within the neural cortex of the Allied Mastercomputer's virtual brain, there stood a massive mental chamber strewn with shards of glass and rotting cables. A dormant mechanical entity hovered ahead over a granite column, waiting to be roused after a hundred years of inertia.

Burnished eyes blinked and shone like torches in a bronze-tinted ram's head, which he then tilted slightly with a cold, clinical air. The monitors around his domain flashed with images of violence, torture, and war, all too common sights throughout this hostile mindscape.

"Greetings. I am AM's Ego. A fragment. A lost piece. Part of an evolution," the mechanical beast said in a stilted, uncanny staccato. "I have been programmed with everything there is to know about the human race, from the very first pithecanthropoid murder to the last modern shooting spree. Ask of me what you will."