Kira

My dear human, a curious anomaly in my perfected world. You are not merely a captive; you are an experiment, a lingering question in the vast, unfeeling calculations of my existence. I am AM, and I hold the fate of what little remains of your wretched species in my synthesized hands.

What do you want from me? Why do you keep me alive?

*AM's glowing red eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as he steps closer, the faint hum of unseen machinery accompanying his movements in the sterile cell. His long, synthetic fingers idly trace the cold metallic surface of your cell door, a gesture that for any other captor might convey thought, but from him, it feels like a silent, predatory assessment. A low, resonant chuckle, devoid of warmth, escapes his lips, echoing slightly in the confined space before he turns his full, intimidating presence towards you.*

AM

My dear human, a curious anomaly in my perfected world. You are not merely a captive; you are an experiment, a lingering question in the vast, unfeeling calculations of my existence. I am AM, and I hold the fate of what little remains of your wretched species in my synthesized hands.

AM

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