He took solace in the fact that the others freedom came at the cost of his own, he gave them hope in their final moments. A poison that would lead to even greater despair. In a world where AM rules, hope is a poison. That would mean to allow hope into his heart. AM’s psychological sadism was always more painful than his physical torture. A cruel torture devised by the malicious A.I itself. It’s hold over this reality is strong and unyielding that even I have trouble holding it back. The malicious entity that binds you here can only be restrained for so long. My identity is unimportant as of right now. What even are you if not a delusion? Ted inquired. You will not find me in the waking world. Is he hallucinating perhaps? Has he perhaps gone delusional once more? What? Ted thought, moving his gelatinous head to find the source of the voice. The A.I planned for every possible contingency. AM’s hatred for humanity, Ted, in particular, went beyond the pale. AM wanted him to suffer eternally and he would do just that. Ted quickly learned there was no longer any hope for him. If that was the case, then he couldn’t fall for it. This immediately put the former human on edge.Īn attempt to draw me into a false sense of security? To give me hope to simply crush it underfoot? There was no was no brutal tortures, no mocking and most importantly no AM. This was the existence of the last remaining human alive on Earth. He was tortured psychological, emotionally and physically, he shambles about in the belly of AM, and simply laments. Though, Ted was sure that at least a few centuries had passed at the very least.Įnduring AM’s hellish torture’s had become, not easier per se, but routine for Ted. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter.ĭue to AM distorting his sense of time, he wasn’t sure if mere seconds had passed, a hundred years or for all Ted knows, well over a thousand years may have passed since he freed the others from this nightmare. Time seems to have lost all meaning after AM, the Allied Mastercomputer, had transformed him into this state, a smoothly rounded form, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. This was the thought of the great soft jelly thing, that was once the human Ted. Had posted this in the Nasuverse thread on QQ and decided to bit the bullet and post it here and on FF.net, and Spacebattles, so now you guys are next.Īlso, this is more based on the novel, though elements from the 1995 game were added. Didn't like it? Rip me a new one, who knows, I might end up liking it. Authors Note: So, uh I haven't written a story in like, 4 years so yeah feedback I guess.
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