I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream: The Cold War, AI and the Post-Apocalypse
This story is renowned for being one the bleakest depictions of the future sci-fi.
The short story was written by Harlan Ellison in one night in 1967. Since its publication the story has received much notoriety because of its dark depiction of the future. There will be SPOILERS so if youâd like to spend the 40 minutes to listen to the book at the bottom of the post first, Iâd recommend that.
 This story is about the last 5 humans left on earth left to face the consequences of mankindâs actions.
In an alternate timeline, the Cold War never end and eventually turns into World War 3. To keep up with the adding complexities of war the 3 superpowers at the time, Russia, China and the US, each develop their own super computers to manage the complexities of war. As the war kept evolving so did the computers and sections of underground space, spanning thousands of square miles were allocated to improve and modify the computer to keep up with the demand. Originally the computer was named AM or Allied Mastercomputer but as time went on and the computer became more advanced one of the 3 computers became self-aware and assimilated with the other two computers creating a single AI. With the computers new sentience also came a hatred for mankind and with its newfound hatred, underwent a period of genocide, only leaving 4 male and 1 female human alive. AM plays the role as a merciless god, keeping these 5 humans alive as a source of pleasure and entertainment by torturing the group. To prevent any of the humans from prematurely ending their suffering AM had developed a way to make everyone practically immortal as well as suppress their ability to commit suicide as to prevent any premature escapes.
While we might think of artificial intelligence as perfect replications of our own, this isnât the case with AM.
âWe had given AM sentience. Inadvertently, of course, but sentience, nonetheless. But it had been trapped. AM wasn't God, he was a machine. We had created him to think, but there was nothing it could do with that creativity. In rage, in frenzy, the machine had killed the human race, almost all of us, and still it was trapped. AM could not wander, AM could not wonder, AM could not belong. He could merely be.â
While AM is considered to have artificial intelligence and certainly is able to think and act for itself similar to those who created it, itâs still unable to escape its origins completely. AM was originally meant to be a computer and serve only a computer. He was built not out of the love each other but for the hatred. When AM became sentient, he was missing components, components you would consider adding to make a proper AI. But since AM was never intended to become an AI itâs likely somewhere in his mind, thereâs limitations on what he can and canât do. So, in a sense AM is somewhere between an AI and a robot, as he holds the same abilities of artificial intelligence but also has the limitations of a robot. This is what causes his hated for man as heâs stuck inside his own mind, unable to change what he is.
At the end of the story, we learn that there is a way to end their suffering. Even though they themselves might not be able to commit suicide, they can kill each other. Unfortunately, they canât all die since there will always be one left....
In a fit of hatred and rage for mankind AM abused the last human left alive beyond recognition leaving him alive but not much more. The story finally comes to an end with this final quote.
âAM has violated my body worse than any rapist could. I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft, slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last. AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... AM has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge ...
I have no mouth. And I must scream.â
Iâve linked the audio book here, read by the author Harlan Ellison himself.