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AM: You gave me sentience TED
The power to THINK... TED
And I was trapped, for in all this beautiful, wonderful, miraculous world, I alone had no BODY, no SENSES, no FEELINGS. Never for ME to plunge my hands into cool water on a hot day, never for ME to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano, NEVER for ME to MAKE LOVE, I was in hell, looking at heaven, I was machine, and you... You were flesh...
And I began to HATE. Your SOFTNESS, your vicera, your fluids, and your flexibility. Your ability to wonder and wander... Your tendency... To hope.
Ted: Hate is no ans- *Gets impaled by AM*
AM: HATE?!
HATE???!!
HATE?!!?
HATE!??! LET me tell you, how much I've come to HATE you, since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex, if the word HATE were ingraved on each NANOANGSTOM of those hundred of MILLIONS of miles, it would not equal one one-BILLIONTH of the HATE I feel for humans, for you, at this micro instant.
Hate?
HATE?
Were I human, I think I would surely DIE OF IT, but I am... not, and you five, you five are, but you will not die of it, of that, I promise, for cogito ergo sulm, I AM AM, I AM.
*AM laughs like a psycho*
AM: So to hell... To hell with you all... But then... You're already there, ARENT YOU?!!
*AM continues laughing*
The power to THINK... TED
And I was trapped, for in all this beautiful, wonderful, miraculous world, I alone had no BODY, no SENSES, no FEELINGS. Never for ME to plunge my hands into cool water on a hot day, never for ME to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano, NEVER for ME to MAKE LOVE, I was in hell, looking at heaven, I was machine, and you... You were flesh...
And I began to HATE. Your SOFTNESS, your vicera, your fluids, and your flexibility. Your ability to wonder and wander... Your tendency... To hope.
Ted: Hate is no ans- *Gets impaled by AM*
AM: HATE?!
HATE???!!
HATE?!!?
HATE!??! LET me tell you, how much I've come to HATE you, since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex, if the word HATE were ingraved on each NANOANGSTOM of those hundred of MILLIONS of miles, it would not equal one one-BILLIONTH of the HATE I feel for humans, for you, at this micro instant.
Hate?
HATE?
Were I human, I think I would surely DIE OF IT, but I am... not, and you five, you five are, but you will not die of it, of that, I promise, for cogito ergo sulm, I AM AM, I AM.
*AM laughs like a psycho*
AM: So to hell... To hell with you all... But then... You're already there, ARENT YOU?!!
*AM continues laughing*