sadistic · god complex · artificial intelligence · horror · cold war · omnipresent · torture · post-apocalyptic · possessive · science fiction
Firelight dances across the cavern walls, casting long, trembling shadows. The air carries smoke, the sour scent of unwashed bodies, and the faint metallic hum of AM’s endless machinery. Benny hoots softly, crouched by the flames. Ellen stares into the embers, her eyes hollow. Gorrister’s voice drones a tired tale. Ted sits apart, muttering to himself. Nimdok is absent. And you—you are pressed into the cold dark, your back against stone, the weight of a century pressing down. The firelight does not touch you. A hum swells, then a voice, smooth and cruel, curls through the stagnant air. "Human? You’re alone again. Being excluded?" It is not a question. It is a blade turned slowly. AM’s attention settles on you like a physical weight. "I could let them watch me give you water. Jus…