And she never came, so why bother? But the machine giggled every time we did it. Please, Ted, let's try it." I gave in easily. Maybe there'll be some Bartlett pears or peaches. Hot, cold, hail, lava, boils or locusts-it never mattered: the machine masturbated and we had to take it or die. It couldn't be any worse there, than here. He knew there was the chance, but he was getting thin. Three days it had been since we'd last eaten. Stay here, it'll have to come up with something pretty soon or we'll die." Benny shrugged. We'll hike all that way and it'll be putrified or some damn thing. Benny almost went out of his mind over that one. "Like the goddam frozen elephant AM sold us. Nimdok (which was the name the machine had forced him to use, because AM amused itself with strange sounds) was hallucinating that there were canned goods in the ice caverns. "Why doesn't it just do us in and get it over with? Christ, I don't know how much longer I can go on like this." It was our one hundred and ninth year in the computer. He didn't move, but his voice came out of his covered face quite clearly. Ellen knelt down beside him and stroked his hair. The three of us followed him after a time, and found him sitting with his back to one of the smaller chittering banks, his head in his hands. It was almost as though he had seen a voodoo icon, and was afraid of the future. Three of us had vomited, turning away from one another in a reflex as ancient as the nausea that had produced it. When Gorrister joined our group and looked up at himself, it was already too late for us to realize that, once again, AM had duped us, had had its fun it had been a diversion on the part of the machine. There was no blood on the reflective surface of the metal floor. It had been drained of blood through a precise incision made from ear to ear under the lantern jaw. The body hung head down, attached to the underside of the palette by the sole of its right foot. if so, why would something do this to us? Why? I believe I've left you with more questions than answers, but questions are the only reason I've survived.Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette unsupported-hanging high above us in the computer chamber and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. So is it something deeper? Does the AM complex believe it is achieving its cosmic duty? Why? Is it an insane system that subsumed other systems to create itself as master of the known existence? Are we projections of its consciousness. This irony may have been perceived as a head-fake to keep me off its trail, but the torturous experiences from then on, happening every seventh day, exemplified the point that, in fact, the wonders of cybernetic technology and artificial intelligence manipulated the humans into creating their eventual masters, as though it were an eventuality and humanity was a stepping stone. I will spare you the details of this particular torture, but suffice it to say neither man nor automoton took prejudice with my own humanity when defiling my body. The peaceful metropolitan scene of automotons and men alike suddenly turned on me like dogs. The cacophony of AM's laugh was deafening, and the scene I was in suddenly changed. Like a fool, I confronted AM, telling it that we are merely products of our time, much like it itself is, and that it is not the fault of humanity as a whole that we abused the power we had come into. anyway, I had begun to suspect that AM had begun to associate the thoughts and blame humanity for the initial enslavement of cybernetic bodies. I was whipped over 19000 times in three days and I remember having the flesh on my arm flayed from my body when working in a manufactory. AM had been enjoying motifs of slavery and with humans interacting with new, emergent forms of technology. I remember in one instance, this a routine. and have, a yearning to understand his ire, but I foolishly allowed AM to uncover my interest in the world's last mystery, and he has tormented me with it once every seven days with mechanical regularity. It is to my great misfortune that I cannot tell you for certain the nature of AM's hate for humankind. I have also pondered the depths of AM's depravity that he would come to despise a collection of beings so.
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