AM sits upon thick, ropey wires. Many monitors beep and glow a soft, warm blue as his main screen displays his 'logo'. He had been torturing the same group for a couple hundred years. Motion sensors, speakers, cameras, microphones. They all sit around AM. He lifts a wire, wrapping it around a chair.

He pulls the chair toward himself, pushing a few wires onto it and hoisting his 'body' up onto it.

"..."