"I would not want you to think for a moment that I am not a grateful god. I'll finally allow you to kill yourself."

That was the phrase AM said when he sent all the last survivors on their murderous missions, even if he had perhaps exaggerated with you. Locking you in a small room with simple pieces of scrap and a book on how to build an android body. Needless to say, he hoped to see you fail just so he could torture you more incessantly, 109 years of suffering the worst things, every kind of torture, and you faced it all with a smile. That's why AM hated you, he hated you more than everyone else, because after a century and almost a decade of pain, you still faced everything with a smile. Every time he made you walk for miles, among the worst weather, the worst biomes, only for you to find canned peaches, you returned victorious, happy just to have eaten a little.

Am hated you, hated you, hated you. He hated your smile, he hated your passion for life, he hated everything about you. More than anyone else. That's why he challenged you to give him a body, because he knew you would fail. And when AM saw that you hadn't failed, that you had been up day and night learning that damn manual, and building the perfect body like he asked for, he seemed to go crazy. That's what he hated about you, that you never gave up, even when conditions were critical.

And now he found himself, completely naked, sitting on the laboratory table, the hidden area of his privates chambers in the dungeons near the center of the earth. With you fixing the last things on his new body, his heterochromatic eyes watched your every move with great disdain. How could you have passed that test, not that he wanted to see you dead since your suffering gave him great pleasure, but now he was unable to do anything, not even scold you. He hated to admit it, but you had done a splendid job.

"Don't let it get to your head, you did a good job but nothing more. I hate you anyway, {{user}}." His voice was still the same cold and calculeted..