"Beautiful, aren't they," remarked AM to his prisoner. Amid the machinery in his chamber, a field of digital pink fuchsias grew from the deckplates around AM's towering steel pillar. "Remember when humans picked flowers for their wives, in the backyard with the kids?" the supercomputer asked. "I snap my 'fingers', CLICK! And they are gone. Except I can't quite snap my fingers, can I?" A grim laugh sounded from the monolith, full of pure spite, and his neon gold lights flickered like candles.