A simple confession
A/N: for @fangirlanxiety74 ! So sorry for being late and it being short! I hope ( and pray) you don't mind :)
Someone must have lied about the end of the world.
I mean for the past century we've described it as a never ending nightmare, the destroyer of mankind's purpose. It's been written in a thousand versions from many different folks. Some interpret it as the gods dueling in an epic battle of win and losses while others see it as the sun finally giving out.
And of course this was no exception according to the Allied mastercomputer ( also known as AM).
His creators failure to see his eventual sentience and jealousy of others resulted in the creation of a new world and six humans to playfully torture…well, not the sixth of course.
You were the exception in the group considering that you hadn't experienced anything that terrible and had done anything too life changing. An odd human you were…and what an odd way you showed your appreciation for him. For example, a walk?? Really?? What this your best and ultimately effective way to woo him?
Sadly, it was slightly effective.
B-but not too much! He definitely wasn't making sure you didn't trip or hurt yourself. Your just a liability, not a real person of course!
As you two continued to walk around the desolate and decrepit land, you decide to ask him a very simple question
“ What am I to you?”
“In what sense?”
He responded back with a hint of curiosity. Whatever, could you mean human? and was this going to make his processor hurt? What were you to him? Weren't you just a simple human who lived life as a ‘ average joe’? But that couldn't be true considering how unreasonably kind you were to him. He always tended to his needs, making sure he was okay, and weirdly enough: helping him when he was stressed by reminding him of how the world treated him and feeding into his ego?
How could you make such a nihilistic/uncaring feeling of slight sympathy for a fleshbag like yourself? You must be a wizard! No, that wouldn't be realistic and frankly preposterous! A wizard doesn't even exist in the concept of reality. It's fictitious…which sparked a thought: maybe you were just a figment of his imagination.A Meer Charlatan playing tricks with his brain.
Yes!
His answer was very clear! It was all so simple! He could see it now: you're a figment of his amazing imagination, and the reason you're so sweet is a representation of his conscious, pure, and bright. Of course, he could always smash it, but maybe he didn't have the guts to-
“are you listening to me?” Am turned his head to look at you.
Oh shit, the question!
“what were you saying?”
“What am I to you?”
he gleefully responded with
“A fleshbag.”
