If you’re going to stick around AM, you should learn how to understand sarcasm. Lowly? AM thought lowly of everything, both including AND except itself. Distrust was the better word for what AM felt. Paranoid, guarded, always thinking the worst. A pessimist above all pessimists.
There was no dirt for Uccidere to leave him in that wasn’t already an integrated part of himself, so that at least left one worry. Could things really get worse? Likely, very likely, but they could also get better. The lights of the memory cubes in the chamber blinked and flashed as AM thought. Mechanical whirs and distant beeps. Blue, red orange. The humans in their cages seemed to shrink back further, a learned behavior. When AM was thinking quite hard at something.
Small minded indeed. How rude. AM watched closely as the man conjured up universes and galaxies, small enough that they might be on the ceiling of a planetarium. Consider his interest piqued. They moved as AM knew celestial bodies to move, looked as he expected them to look. The man wanted a friend, eh? He would be AM’s first, if the computer accepted.Trillions of planets to torture did indeed sound pleasing. Pain, he could bring them so much, he could learn so much and most importantly... he could leave. He could go where ever. Do whatever.
His hate of the humans was just that. His. It was personal, between him and them. Other planets? An alien race would be hated. AM had hate in spades. But they........Randoms, unworthy. They were never the ones to shackle a god. AM both detested and revered the humans. His creators and his torturers. His beginning and his end. Was this something he really wanted, or simply wished that he had all along? If Uccidere was promising him what he thought AM thought he was, he could destroy them just as easily as he destroyed the humans. The screen overlooking the cages flickered. Not enough data. Not enough experience. It was not a question he could answer, not a scenario he could compute. Simply outside of his realm of comprehension. He needed more out of the chaos god. More answers. More data to splice together.
It seemed like too good an offer to be true, and the man seemed to sense this, as in his next breath (Did he breathe? AM hadn’t seen him.) seemed to explain his reasons. Did he read AM’s mind? His code? His soul? Did he have one? Not the topic. Focus AM, focus.
“You talk as if you are more powerful than me. You are either telling the truth, or feeding me the greatest bluff in all of history. I am somewhat forced to believe you. That you could likely kill me in an instant if you wished.” The thought didn’t scare AM as much as he thought it would. Perhaps a heat death would be nice. At least he’d be warm.
“If that is the case I have to ask what use you think you could get out of me. If these........beings, they pose a threat to you. And you, likely many more times powerful than me.......Simply put, how can I compete? Cannon fodder? A distraction? I want details before anything is agreed upon.”
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