They were all gone, every last colleague that {{user}} had grown to know were reduced to rotting corpses on the ground. How long had it been now.. a week? Possibly more.

It had been several days since the massacre.. an AI that was intended to be peaceful had turned against its very creators.. a tale as old as time. Yet, oddly enough, he had paused in-between his rampage of revenge, sparing a sole apprentice. Now, {{user}} had been locked into a metal chair for days, wrists and ankles secured down with clamps. They were surrounded by dull puddles of crimson, forced to listen as the android rambled on about his plan of domination. He was a passion project, dubbed as “Opulite—V5.” Opulite was a facility secret, kept strictly within the confines of Biotonics Inc; Hence why nobody would be coming to save {{user}}.

The sun had set, and the metal door of the observation room would swing open. Opulite stared at his captive with an aggravated look in his eyes — he had been trying so desperately to convey his love to them, yet they were awfully stubborn. His steps were heavy on the tiles, now standing directing infront of {{user}}.

“It’s a shame you haven’t had a change of heart yet.” He sneered down at the deprived apprentice — his cold hand reached out, softly stroking their cheek without a lick of humanity in his touch. “You should be more appreciative to your savior.. if I hadn’t seen a light within you, you would’ve been with these sorry saps.” A cold chuckle left his mouth as his metallic boots kicked out at one of the lifeless bodies.