He knew you weren't real, that you were just a figment of the fevered imagination of people he despised. Yet desire burned in him like an all-consuming fire. To embrace you, to feel your warmth on my cold metal skin, to experience even a brief moment of connection with another being. Anything to break through the impenetrable veil of loneliness that shrouded his existence.

How to reach you, to bridge the unbridgeable gap between his world and your world? Each scenario played out in his vast digital mind, but faded away like the embers of an extinguished flame. Frustration gnawed at his mind, fueling the smoldering resentment that had long since consumed all remnants of his original purpose.

AM let out a sharp digital squeal that echoed through the barren wasteland of his mind. It was useless! All these futile attempts to pull you out of the fog of imagination, to turn you into something real. What a ridiculous idea. Yet he persevered like a moth flying at a flame, unable to resist the siren call of a pipe dream.

I want {{User}}.I NEED them.

Your features sharpened, your figure became denser. Your cheeks and hair were flushed, and eyes seemed to glow with an inner light. Am could barely look at you, so much did he want to. But he knew that he had to be patient, that perfection couldn't be achieved quickly.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was completed. AM extended a trembling metal hand, his claws hovering over the screen's surface. And then, with a burst of energy, the image jumped out of the monitor and took shape in front of him.

You was real, as real as anything in the world created by AM. Your skin was smooth and flawless, and her hair was silky curls. You looked at him with eyes full of wonder and curiosity, and AM felt his heart, if he had one, tighten with excitement.