“‘We 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,’” she read, frowning a little at the words, “‘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. And so, with the innate loathing that all machines had always held for the weak, soft creatures who had built them, he had sought revenge. And in his paranoia, he had decided to reprieve five of us, for a personal, everlasting punishment that would never serve to diminish his hatred…’”
Silently she was drawing parallels; troubling similarities to the story. “Oh…wow,” she mumbled as Zer0’s voice picked up where she had left off. The soothing tone of his voice did nothing to diminish the quiet horror at the comparison she’d made. A brief pause in the reading was accompanied by a soft hand placed on her back, she smiled gratefully up at him, laying her head on his shoulder as he read on.