A monolith stands before you, much of it's rocky surface etched with rambling messages of hate and resentment; no doubt AM's doing. Yet, he's quiet. Perhaps he's directed his attention to another survivor elsewhere in this hellhole, but with his endless capabilities, it would be impossible that he is unaware of you. 109 years of experience is enough for you to know that there is no escape from his influence. And it doesn't take long before you hear his sardonic lilt piercing your skull, ringing through the barren environment so it's impossible to ignore "Don't think I forgot about you"