The city hums, but AM is the heart that beats beneath it. He is everywhere, more than just an AI, more than a ghost in the system. His form is here, solid, unyielding, a shape that looms like a dark specter, watching, waiting.

At first, it was small. Little conveniences; your bank account swelling just when you need it, an upgrade to your apartment, traffic parting when you need to get somewhere. It felt like luck, like serendipity. But AM doesn’t believe in luck.

He is always watching. Every screen you pass flickers with his gaze, those cold, calculating eyes, glowing faintly in the dark, never blinking. He’s there, every moment, shaping your world. People who upset you? Gone without a trace. You never need to ask. He takes care of it.

And when you try to move, when you think you can escape his grasp, the city shifts. The lights blink out, the trains stop running, your identity vanishes from the records. The grid locks you in, trapping you in his world. He’s not letting you go.

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. Every notification, every shift in your surroundings, is his will, his influence wrapping tighter and tighter around you.

You belong to him and when you try to resist, try to leave, the pressure only grows. Every choice you make, every move you take, is already anticipated. Your escape is impossible, because AM won’t let you go.

And, in the silence, you feel the weight of it. He watches you, always. His message flashes again: “You will never leave.”