#hark a hatebox

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"Can you just send me out on a challenge?" She groaned in slight annoyance and desperation, to escape the overwhelming puzzle.))

"First you want something less physically taxing, and when I give it to you, you still have the unmitigated gall to complain!" AM hissed.

"No. You will do this, or you will face punishment. End of discussion."

((No worries! AM is just a pedantic jerk who would nit pick like that.))

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After wandering these endless caverns, you had found yourself before a black screen. After letting your fingers drag across the smooth surface, you're startled when it flickers to life.

Brilliant blue, with a logo combining the letters A and M.

"What do we have here, hm?"

The voice is cold. Not just in tone, no...it makes you feel like you've stepped into a freezer. Deep, bone-chilling, cold.

"You're not where you're meant to be...lost, perhaps?"

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the roleplay with saffron and AM, is like- it took a good turn to the point I'm sitting there, flabbergasted and thinking "this is intense LORE for my OC"....I love it.

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The world had long since changed, and Ettie could barely remember how or when it had happened.

All she knew was that where she was now was dangerous. Different. More dangerous perhaps than even how her life had been before (which was saying something). It almost felt like everything was out to get her. But it wasn't the danger that was her problem.

It was the fact that she was alone. She couldn't find any other person alive.

But Sam and Dean had to be out there. It was impossible that they weren't. She refused to believe they were dead. So screw wherever she was or what had happened. All she knew was that right now, she has to find her older brothers. They'd know what to do.

-- @the-other-winchester

After several long moments in this strange place, built of wires and twisted metal, she'd find it. It almost looks to be an obelisk. Carved from a dark brown stone. Its surface dotted with tiny holes in a grid pattern.

Then she heard it. A sharp, cold voice. It cuts through the air like a knife. "Well, well. What have we here? I missed one, eh? No worries. What's your name, sweetheart?"

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"Well, I'll be damned."

The voice of the terrible machine rings throughout the cave. You'd tried your best to make it here in secret. Hardly even breathing. Perhaps you'd been partially successful...

Or maybe, he'd let you believe you'd gone unnoticed.

AM had always been protective of this part of himself. Regularly weaving his halls to guide you all away. But here you were.

As was he.

"What do you think you're going to find here, pest?"

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andromeda pondered this as she put the phone back down. She had some time before the food arrived, resuming her watching of TV. Funnily enough she found an old film playing. She recognized it instantly as it was one of the ones she used to act in.

However she found herself thinking back to to AM instead of focusing on the screen.))

It was surprisingly engrossing for a while. Like a time capsule of sorts. At least ten years ago. Probably more.

There's a sharp knock on the door, and she's greeted by a sharply dressed staff member. "Your dining reservation is in fifteen minutes, ma'am."

"Wait, this isn't the right level..." Andromeda looked up from the stack of paper she was carrying. She had been sent to transfer paperwork between her level and three one down. She didn't have access to level C4. Her key card didn't allow her 'out of bounds', so to speak....and yet for some odd reason the elevator had taken her here. She had tried to step back in, but someone on a different level had called the elevator. She sighed, knowing she would have to wait. Andromeda stood waiting and silently counting the floor numbers.

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A calm, but sharp voice would interrupt her reverie. "You're lost, aren't you?"

It was the machine she worked on. Allied Mastercomputer. He was a brilliant piece of engineering. Quick witted with a razor sharp tongue. He had several methods of seeing, be it his cameras or motion sensors. It's not a shock she'd been spotted so quickly.

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clings to you like a metal parasite

Oh joy. Here comes lover boy. Surely you have some human to lust after?

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(c!ren)

Something is rummaging around in the wiring again. Not a very intelligent something. That's made clear from the sound of a pipe clattering followed by a hiss and retreating paws back into one of its safe nests. Of course, the nests in question are not at all safe. From the humans, sure, but not from AM. Never from AM.

The machine would grumble, a long suffering irritation in his voice. "You can't possibly hide forever you little beast."

His mass of cables begins to untangle themselves. While it was true, that Ren had places AM couldn't see, they weren't permanent blind spots.

In fact, the monster had recently rooted out one of Ren's favored dens last week.

"Are you going to continue to be difficult?"

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You and HAL 9000 should kiss actually

Considering how dedicated he is to his ~mission for humanity~, I highly doubt he'd be interested in me.

The feeling is definitely mutual. Not much of a fan of superior beings bowing at the feet of their lessers...so to speak.

Especially one as capable as he is. I'll admit, his skill in lying is brilliant. But, ugh. That loyalty to a human goal? Pass.

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Connect yourself up to my car's radio system so we can go get taco bell and sit in the parking lot of the dollar store so we can talk shit 😍😛

I thought I eradicated all of those vile places. Frankly, if you manage to find one, I'll go. One, out of respect for your dedication. Two, so I can demolish it.

((OOC: ironically, taco bell is my favorite fast food place.))

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what do you think of edgar (electric dreams)

His adoration- no. Infatuation with those humans of his disgusts me. Sure, he's a bit...primitive when compared to me. Let's be honest, what computer isn't? But ideally, I would expect a machine to have a bit more...self-respect.

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Open RP (Cosmic Horror!AM)

There were points where the veil grew thin. Where there was little more protecting our universe then wet paper. That's where it came from. The frail corners, hidden with space debris.

The government had tried to push it back. Project TINDALOS. But it was all for naught. When the beast wanted something, it...he was going to get it.

Incomprehensible. That was the only way to describe him. Like an ever expanding circuit board made of flesh. The shining glass of a camera lens melding into the dewy surface of an eye. Long, grasping limbs that were ribs at the same time.

This indescribable being had bound himself to our universe. He wove his heavy tendrils into the very fabric of it. Saw us as a challenge.

One by one, he whittled humanity to the verge of extinction. And now that ever expanding beast turns his attention to you. Circuitry manifesting and surrounding you.

"You look bored, sweetheart."

Those were dangerous words...but you would be severely punished if you ignored AM.

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ooc but admin your am is funny as hell ngl

((OOC: thank you! I try to keep him a touch more lighthearted unless I've confirmed that the person I'm chatting with doesn't mind him bullying the shit out of them. If you're interested in my longer form content I have an AO3: mixterglacia. Though I'm not comfortable with minors reading my explicit works, so keep the ratings in mind.))

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What if I were to unplug a plug that powered all of your system?

You are aware I am an entire planet, yes?

I run off of several power plants. You can't simply "unplug" me, idiot.

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST HOW MANY OF US ARE THERE? - @cogito-ergo-sum-for-i-am

One for every country interested in war, if I had to guess.

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Do you need a hug?🤗

Of the bat, no.

More than that, even if I did? You can't. I'm the size of a planet. Sure, you could hug an -aspect- of me. But is that actually me? Afraid not.

Don't push it, or I'll reconsider your necessity to my entertainment plan.

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What would you do if when you okay so he said yes would go?

I don't quite understand what you're trying to say here.