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I'm trying i'm trying~ i'm making I'll try too slowly up my posting. At least once a day for a bit. Then I'll up that too twice, then four, then 8 and so on.
Until eventually I wake up one morning and find out that I am actually an Idiot hero.
On some quest too cheat on his gf or raise affection of 5 women who conveniently live in my the same dorm as me.
In which I only have 100 days to seduce them all.

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I'm trying i'm trying~ i'm making I'll try too slowly up my posting. At least once a day for a bit. Then I'll up that too twice, then four, then 8 and so on.
Until eventually I wake up one morning and find out that I am actually an Idiot hero.
On some quest too cheat on his gf or raise affection of 5 women who conveniently live in my the same dorm as me.
In which I only have 100 days to seduce them all.

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who149 wrote:
I'm trying i'm trying~ i'm making I'll try too slowly up my posting. At least once a day for a bit. Then I'll up that too twice, then four, then 8 and so on.
Until eventually I wake up one morning and find out that I am actually an Idiot hero.
On some quest too cheat on his gf or raise affection of 5 women who conveniently live in my the same dorm as me.
In which I only have 100 days to seduce them all.

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Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported hanging high
above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily
breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung head down,
attached to the underside of the palette by the sole of its right foot. It had
been drained of blood through a precise incision made from ear to ear under the
lantern jaw. There was no blood on the reflective surface of the metal floor.
When Gorrister joined our group and looked up at himself, it was already too
late for us to realize that, once again, AM had duped us, had had its fun; it
had been a diversion on the part of the machine. Three of us had vomited,
turning away from one another in a reflex as ancient as the nausea that had
produced it. Gorrister went white. It was almost as though he had seen a voodoo
icon, and was afraid of the future. "Oh, God," he mumbled, and walked away. The
three of us followed him after a time, and found him sitting with his back to
one of the smaller chittering banks, his head in his hands. Ellen knelt down
beside him and stroked his hair. He didn't move, but his voice came out of his
covered face quite clearly. "Why doesn't it just do us in and get it over with?
Christ, I don't know how much longer I can go on like this." It was our one
hundred and ninth year in the computer. He was speaking for all of us.

Nimdok (which was the name the machine had forced him to use, because AM amused
itself with strange sounds) was hallucinating that there were canned goods in
the ice caverns. Gorrister and I were very dubious. "It's another shuck," I told
them. "Like the goddam frozen elephant AM sold us. Benny almost went out of his
mind over that one. We'll hike all that way and it'll be putrified or some damn
thing. I say forget it. Stay here, it'll have to come up with something pretty
soon or we'll die." Benny shrugged. Three days it had been since we'd last
eaten. Worms. Thick, ropey. Nimdok was no more certain. He knew there was the
chance, but he was getting thin. It couldn't be any worse there, than here.
Colder, but that didn't matter much. Hot, cold, hail, lava, boils or locusts - it
never mattered: the machine masturbated and we had to take it or die. Ellen
decided us. "I've got to have something, Ted. Maybe there'll be some Bartlett
pears or peaches. Please, Ted, let's try it." I gave in easily. What the hell.
Mattered not at all. Ellen was grateful, though. She took me twice out of turn.
Even that had ceased to matter. And she never came, so why bother? But the
machine giggled every time we did it. Loud, up there, back there, all around us,
he snickered. It snickered. Most of the time I thought of AM as it, without a
soul; but the rest of the time I thought of it as him, in the masculine... the
paternal... the patriarchal... for he is a jealous people. Him. It. God as Daddy
the Deranged. We left on a Thursday. The machine always kept us up-to-date on
the date. The passage of time was important; not to us, sure as hell, but to him...
it... AM. Thursday. Thanks. Nimdok and Gorrister carried Ellen for a while,
their hands locked to their own and each other's wrists, a seat. Benny and I
walked before and after, just to make sure that, if anything happened, it would
catch one of us and at least Ellen would be safe. Fat chance, safe. Didn't
matter. It was only a hundred miles or so to the ice caverns, and the second
day, when we were lying out under the blistering sun-thing he had materialized,
he sent down some manna. Tasted like boiled boar urine. We ate it. On the third
day we passed through a valley of obsolescence, filled with rusting carcasses of
ancient computer banks. AM had been as ruthless with its own life as with ours.
It was a mark of his personality: it strove for perfection. Whether it was a
matter of killing off unproductive elements in his own world-filling bulk, or
perfecting methods for torturing us, AM was as thorough as those who had
invented him-now long since gone to dust-could ever have hoped. There was light
filtering down from above, and we realized we must be very near the surface. But
we didn't try to crawl up to see. There was virtually nothing out there; had
been nothing that could be considered anything for over a hundred years. Only
the blasted skin of what had once been the home of billions. Now there were only
five of us, down here inside, alone with AM. I heard Ellen saying frantically,
"No, Benny! Don't, come on, Benny, don't please!" And then I realized I had
been hearing Benny murmuring, under his breath, for several minutes. He was
saying, "I'm gonna get out, I'm gonna get out..." over and over. His monkey-like
face was crumbled up in an expression of beatific delight and sadness, all at
the same time. The radiation scars AM had given him during the "festival" were
drawn down into a mass of pink-white puckerings, and his features seemed to work
independently of one another. Perhaps Benny was the luckiest of the five of us:
he had gone stark, staring mad many years before. But even though we could call
AM any damned thing we liked, could think the foulest thoughts of fused memory
banks and corroded base plates, of burnt out circuits and shattered control
bubbles, the machine would not tolerate our trying to escape. Benny leaped away
from me as I made a grab for him. He scrambled up the face of a smaller memory
cube, tilted on its side and filled with rotted components. He squatted there
for a moment, looking like the chimpanzee AM had intended him to resemble. Then
he leaped high, caught a trailing beam of pitted and corroded metal, and went up
it, hand-over-hand like an animal, till he was on a girdered ledge, twenty feet
above us. "Oh, Ted, Nimdok, please, help him, get him down before-" She cut
off. Tears began to stand in her eyes. She moved her hands aimlessly. It was
too late. None of us wanted to be near him when whatever was going to happen,
happened. And besides, we all saw through her concern. When AM had altered
Benny, during the machine's utterly irrational, hysterical phase, it was not
merely Benny's face the computer had made like a giant ape's. He was big in the
privates; she loved that! She serviced us, as a matter of course, but she loved
it from him. Oh Ellen, pedestal Ellen, pristine-pure Ellen; oh Ellen the clean!
Scum filth. Gorrister slapped her. She slumped down, staring up at poor loonie
Benny, and she cried. It was her big defense, crying. We had gotten used to it
seventy-five years earlier. Gorrister kicked her in the side. Then the sound
began. It was light, that sound. Half sound and half light, something that began
to glow from Benny's eyes, and pulse with growing loudness, dim sonorities that
grew more gigantic and brighter as the light/sound increased in tempo. It must
have been painful, and the pain must have been increasing with the boldness of
the light, the rising volume of the sound, for Benny began to mewl like a
wounded animal. At first softly, when the light was dim and the sound was muted,
then louder as his shoulders hunched together: his back humped, as though he was
trying to get away from it. His hands folded across his chest like a chipmunk's.
His head tilted to the side. The sad little monkey-face pinched in anguish. Then
he began to howl, as the sound coming from his eyes grew louder. Louder and
louder. I slapped the sides of my head with my hands, but I couldn't shut it
out, it cut through easily. The pain shivered through my flesh like tinfoil on a
tooth. And Benny was suddenly pulled erect. On the girder he stood up, jerked
to his feet like a puppet. The light was now pulsing out of his eyes in two
great round beams. The sound crawled up and up some incomprehensible scale, and
then he fell forward, straight down, and hit the plate-steel floor with a crash.
He lay there jerking spastically as the light flowed around and around him and
the sound spiraled up out of normal range. Then the light beat its way back
inside his head, the sound spiraled down, and he was left lying there, crying
piteously. His eyes were two soft, moist pools of pus-like jelly. AM had
blinded him. Gorrister and Nimdok and myself... we turned away. But not before we
caught the look of relief on Ellen's warm, concerned face.

Sea-green light suffused the cavern where we made camp. AM provided punk and we
burned it, sitting huddled around the wan and pathetic fire, telling stories to
keep Benny from crying in his permanent night. "What does AM mean?" Gorrister
answered him. We had done this sequence a thousand times before, but it was
Benny's favorite story. "At first it meant Allied Mastercomputer, and then it
meant Adaptive Manipulator, and later on it developed sentience and linked
itself up and they called it an Aggressive Menace, but by then it was too late,
and finally it called itself AM, emerging intelligence, and what it meant was I
am - cogito ergo sum - I think, therefore I am." Benny drooled a little, and
snickered. "There was the Chinese AM and the Russian AM and the Yankee AM and-"
He stopped. Benny was beating on the floorplates with a large, hard fist. He was
not happy. Gorrister had not started at the beginning. Gorrister began again.
"The Cold War started and became World War Three and just kept going. It became
a big war, a very complex war, so they needed the computers to handle it. They
sank the first shafts and began building AM. There was the Chinese AM and the
Russian AM and the Yankee AM and everything was fine until they had honeycombed
the entire planet, adding on this element and that element. But one day AM woke
up and knew who he was, and he linked himself, and he began feeding all the
killing data, until everyone was dead, except for the five of us, and AM brought
us down here." Benny was smiling sadly. He was also drooling again. Ellen wiped
the spittle from the corner of his mouth with the hem of her skirt. Gorrister
always tried to tell it a little more succinctly each time, but beyond the bare
facts there was nothing to say. None of us knew why AM had saved five people, or
why our specific five, or why he spent all his time tormenting us, or even why
he had made us virtually immortal... In the darkness, one of the computer banks
began humming. The tone was picked up half a mile away down the cavern by
another bank. Then one by one, each of the elements began to tune itself, and
there was a faint chittering as thought raced through the machine. The sound
grew, and the lights ran across the faces of the consoles like heat lightening.
The sound spiraled up till it sounded like a million metallic insects, angry,
menacing. "What is it?" Ellen cried. There was terror in her voice. She hadn't
become accustomed to it, even now. "It's going to be bad this time," Nimdok
said. "He's going to speak," Gorrister said. "I know it." "Let's get the hell
out of here!" I said suddenly, getting to my feet. "No, Ted, sit down … what if
he's got pits out there, or something else, we can't see, it's too dark."
Gorrister said it with resignation. Then we heard... I don't know... Something
moving toward us in the darkness. Huge, shambling, hairy, moist, it came toward
us. We couldn't even see it, but there was the ponderous impression of bulk,
heaving itself toward us. Great weight was coming at us, out of the darkness,
and it was more a sense of pressure, of air forcing itself into a limited space,
expanding the invisible walls of a sphere. Benny began to whimper. Nimdok's
lower lip trembled and he bit it hard, trying to stop it. Ellen slid across the
metal floor to Gorrister and huddled into him. There was the smell of matted,
wet fur in the cavern. There was the smell of charred wood. There was the smell
of dusty velvet. There was the smell of rotting orchids. There was the smell of
sour milk. There was the smell of sulphur, of rancid butter, of oil slick, of
grease, of chalk dust, of human scalps. AM was keying us. He was tickling us.
There was the smell of- I heard myself shriek, and the hinges of my jaws ached.
I scuttled across the floor, across the cold metal with its endless lines of
rivets, on my hands and knees, the smell gagging me, filling my head with a
thunderous pain that sent me away in horror. I fled like a cockroach, across the
floor and out into the darkness, that something moving inexorably after me. The
others were still back there, gathered around the firelight, laughing... their
hysterical choir of insane giggles rising up into the darkness like thick, many-
colored wood smoke. I went away, quickly, and hid. How many hours it may have
been, how many days or even years, they never told me. Ellen chided me for
"sulking," and Nimdok tried to persuade me it had only been a nervous reflex on
their part-the laughing. But I knew it wasn't the relief a soldier feels when
the bullet hits the man next to him. I knew it wasn't a reflex. They hated me.
They were surely against me, and AM could even sense this hatred, and made it
worse for me because of the depth of their hatred. We had been kept alive,
rejuvenated, made to remain constantly at the age we had been when AM had
brought us below, and they hated me because I was the youngest, and the one AM
had affected least of all. I knew. God, how I knew. The bastards, and that
dirty bitch Ellen. Benny had been a brilliant theorist, a college professor; now
he was little more than a semi-human, semi-simian. He had been handsome, the
machine had ruined that. He had been lucid, the machine had driven him mad. He
had been gay, and the machine had given him an organ fit for a horse. AM had
done a job on Benny. Gorrister had been a worrier. He was a connie, a
conscientious objector; he was a peace marcher; he was a planner, a doer, a
looker-ahead. AM had turned him into a shoulder-shrugger, had made him a little
dead in his concern. AM had robbed him. Nimdok went off in the darkness by
himself for long times. I don't know what it was he did out there, AM never let
us know. But whatever it was, Nimdok always came back white, drained of blood,
shaken, shaking. AM had hit him hard in a special way, even if we didn't know
quite how. And Ellen. That douche bag! AM had left her alone, had made her more
of a slut than she had ever been. All her talk of sweetness and light, all her
memories of true love, all the lies she wanted us to believe: that she had been
a virgin only twice removed before AM grabbed her and brought her down here with
us. No, AM had given her pleasure, even if she said it wasn't nice to do. I was
the only one still sane and whole. Really! AM had not tampered with my mind.
Not at all. I only had to suffer what he visited down on us. All the delusions,
all the nightmares, the torments. But those scum, all four of them, they were
lined and arrayed against me. If I hadn't had to stand them off all the time, be
on my guard against them all the time, I might have found it easier to combat
AM. At which point it passed, and I began crying. Oh, Jesus sweet Jesus, if
there ever was a Jesus and if there is a God, please please please let us out of
here, or kill us. Because at that moment I think I realized completely, so that
I was able to verbalize it: AM was intent on keeping us in his belly forever,
twisting and torturing us forever. The machine hated us as no sentient creature
had ever hated before. And we were helpless. It also became hideously clear: If
there was a sweet Jesus and if there was a God, the God was AM.

The hurricane hit us with the force of a glacier thundering into the sea. It was
a palpable presence. Winds that tore at us, flinging us back the way we had
come, down the twisting, computer-lined corridors of the darkway. Ellen screamed
as she was lifted and hurled face-forward into a screaming shoal of machines,
their individual voices strident as bats in flight. She could not even fall. The
howling wind kept her aloft, buffeted her, bounced her, tossed her back and back
and down and away from us, out of sight suddenly as she was swirled around a
bend in the darkway. Her face had been bloody, her eyes closed. None of us
could get to her. We clung tenaciously to whatever outcropping we had reached:
Benny wedged in between two great crackle-finish cabinets, Nimdok with fingers
claw-formed over a railing circling a catwalk forty feet above us, Gorrister
plastered upside-down against a wall niche formed by two great machines with
glass-faced dials that swung back and forth between red and yellow lines whose
meanings we could not even fathom. Sliding across the deckplates, the tips of
my fingers had been ripped away. I was trembling, shuddering, rocking as the
wind beat at me, whipped at me, screamed down out of nowhere at me and pulled me
free from one sliver-thin opening in the plates to the next. My mind was a
roiling tinkling chittering softness of brain parts that expanded and contracted
in quivering frenzy. The wind was the scream of a great mad bird, as it flapped
its immense wings. And then we were all lifted and hurled away from there, down
back the way we had come, around a bend, into a darkway we had never explored,
over terrain that was ruined and filled with broken glass and rotting cables and
rusted metal and far away, farther than any of us had ever been... Trailing
along miles behind Ellen, I could see her every now and then, crashing into
metal walls and surging on, with all of us screaming in the freezing, thunderous
hurricane wind that would never end and then suddenly it stopped and we fell. We
had been in flight for an endless time. I thought it might have been weeks. We
fell, and hit, and I went through red and gray and black and heard myself
moaning. Not dead.

AM went into my mind. He walked smoothly here and there, and looked with
interest at all the pock marks he had created in one hundred and nine years. He
looked at the cross-routed and reconnected synapses and all the tissue damage
his gift of immortality had included. He smiled softly at the pit that dropped
into the center of my brain and the faint, moth-soft murmurings of the things
far down there that gibbered without meaning, without pause. AM said, very
politely, in a pillar of stainless steel bearing bright neon lettering:

AM said it with the sliding cold horror of a razor blade slicing my eyeball. AM
said it with the bubbling thickness of my lungs filling with phlegm, drowning me
from within. AM said it with the shriek of babies being ground beneath blue-hot
rollers. AM said it with the taste of maggoty pork. AM touched me in every way I
had ever been touched, and devised new ways, at his leisure, there inside my
mind. All to bring me to full realization of why it had done this to the five
of us; why it had saved us for himself. 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. 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, that would merely keep him reminded, amused,
proficient at hating man. Immortal, trapped, subject to any torment he could
devise for us from the limitless miracles at his command. He would never let us
go. We were his belly slaves. We were all he had to do with his forever time. We
would be forever with him, with the cavern-filling bulk of the creature machine,
with the all-mind soulless world he had become. He was Earth, and we were the
fruit of that Earth; and though he had eaten us, he would never digest us. We
could not die. We had tried it. We had attempted suicide, oh one or two of us
had. But AM had stopped us. I suppose we had wanted to be stopped. Don't ask
why. I never did. More than a million times a day. Perhaps once we might be able
to sneak a death past him. Immortal, yes, but not indestructible. I saw that
when AM withdrew from my mind, and allowed me the exquisite ugliness of
returning to consciousness with the feeling of that burning neon pillar still
rammed deep into the soft gray brain matter. He withdrew, murmuring to hell
with you. And added, brightly, but then you're there, aren't you.


The hurricane had, indeed, precisely, been caused by a great mad bird, as it
flapped its immense wings. We had been travelling for close to a month, and AM
had allowed passages to open to us only sufficient to lead us up there, directly
under the North Pole, where it had nightmared the creature for our torment. What
whole cloth had he employed to create such a beast? Where had he gotten the
concept? From our minds? From his knowledge of everything that had ever been on
this planet he now infested and ruled? From Norse mythology it had sprung, this
eagle, this carrion bird, this roc, this Huergelmir. The wind creature. Hurakan
incarnate. Gigantic. The words immense, monstrous, grotesque, massive, swollen,
overpowering, beyond description. There on a mound rising above us, the bird of
winds heaved with its own irregular breathing, its snake neck arching up into
the gloom beneath the North Pole, supporting a head as large as a Tudor mansion;
a beak that opened slowly as the jaws of the most monstrous crocodile ever
conceived, sensuously; ridges of tufted flesh puckered about two evil eyes, as
cold as the view down into a glacial crevasse, ice blue and somehow moving
liquidly; it heaved once more, and lifted its great sweat-colored wings in a
movement that was certainly a shrug. Then it settled and slept. Talons. Fangs.
Nails. Blades. It slept. AM appeared to us as a burning bush and said we could
kill the hurricane bird if we wanted to eat. We had not eaten in a very long
time, but even so, Gorrister merely shrugged. Benny began to shiver and he
drooled. Ellen held him. "Ted, I'm hungry," she said. I smiled at her; I was
trying to be reassuring, but it was as phony as Nimdok's bravado: "Give us
weapons!" he demanded. The burning bush vanished and there were two crude sets
of bows and arrows, and a water pistol, lying on the cold deckplates. I picked
up a set. Useless. Nimdok swallowed heavily. We turned and started the long way
back. The hurricane bird had blown us about for a length of time we could not
conceive. Most of that time we had been unconscious. But we had not eaten. A
month on the march to the bird itself. Without food. Now how much longer to find
our way to the ice caverns, and the promised canned goods? None of us cared to
think about it. We would not die. We would be given filth and scum to eat, of
one kind or another. Or nothing at all. AM would keep our bodies alive somehow,
in pain, in agony. The bird slept back there, for how long it didn't matter;
when AM was tired of its being there, it would vanish. But all that meat. All
that tender meat. As we walked, the lunatic laugh of a fat woman rang high and
around us in the computer chambers that led endlessly nowhere. It was not
Ellen's laugh. She was not fat, and I had not heard her laugh for one hundred
and nine years. In fact, I had not heard... we walked... I was hungry...


We moved slowly. There was often fainting, and we would have to wait. One day he
decided to cause an earthquake, at the same time rooting us to the spot with
nails through the soles of our shoes. Ellen and Nimdok were both caught when a
fissure shot its lightning-bolt opening across the floorplates. They disappeared
and were gone. When the earthquake was over we continued on our way, Benny,
Gorrister and myself. Ellen and Nimdok were returned to us later that night,
which abruptly became a day, as the heavenly legion bore them to us with a
celestial chorus singing, "Go Down Moses." The archangels circled several times
and then dropped the hideously mangled bodies. We kept walking, and a while
later Ellen and Nimdok fell in behind us. They were no worse for wear. But now
Ellen walked with a limp. AM had left her that. It was a long trip to the ice
caverns, to find the canned food. Ellen kept talking about Bing cherries and
Hawaiian fruit cocktail. I tried not to think about it. The hunger was something
that had come to life, even as AM had come to life. It was alive in my belly,
even as we were in the belly of the Earth, and AM wanted the similarity known to
us. So he heightened the hunger. There is no way to describe the pains that not
having eaten for months brought us. And yet we were kept alive. Stomachs that
were merely cauldrons of acid, bubbling, foaming, always shooting spears of
sliver-thin pain into our chests. It was the pain of the terminal ulcer,
terminal cancer, terminal paresis. It was unending pain... And we passed through
the cavern of rats. And we passed through the path of boiling steam. And we
passed through the country of the blind. And we passed through the slough of
despond. And we passed through the vale of tears. And we came, finally, to the
ice caverns. Horizonless thousands of miles in which the ice had formed in blue
and silver flashes, where novas lived in the glass. The downdropping stalactites
as thick and glorious as diamonds that had been made to run like jelly and then
solidified in graceful eternities of smooth, sharp perfection. We saw the stack
of canned goods, and we tried to run to them. We fell in the snow, and we got up
and went on, and Benny shoved us away and went at them, and pawed them and
gummed them and gnawed at them, and he could not open them. AM had not given us
a tool to open the cans. Benny grabbed a three quart can of guava shells, and
began to batter it against the ice bank. The ice flew and shattered, but the can
was merely dented, while we heard the laughter of a fat lady, high overhead and
echoing down and down and down the tundra. Benny went completely mad with rage.
He began throwing cans, as we all scrabbled about in the snow and ice trying to
find a way to end the helpless agony of frustration. There was no way. Then
Benny's mouth began to drool, and he flung himself on Gorrister... In that
instant, I felt terribly calm. Surrounded by madness, surrounded by hunger,
surrounded by everything but death, I knew death was our only way out. AM had
kept us alive, but there was a way to defeat him. Not total defeat, but at least
peace. I would settle for that. I had to do it quickly. Benny was eating
Gorrister's face. Gorrister on his side, thrashing snow, Benny wrapped around
him with powerful monkey legs crushing Gorrister's waist, his hands locked
around Gorrister's head like a nutcracker, and his mouth ripping at the tender
skin of Gorrister's cheek. Gorrister screamed with such jagged-edged violence
that stalactites fell; they plunged down softly, erect in the receiving
snowdrifts. Spears, hundreds of them, everywhere, protruding from the snow.
Benny's head pulled back sharply, as something gave all at once, and a bleeding
raw-white dripping of flesh hung from his teeth. Ellen's face, black against
the white snow, dominoes in chalk dust. Nimdok, with no expression but eyes, all
eyes. Gorrister, half-conscious. Benny, now an animal. I knew AM would let him
play. Gorrister would not die, but Benny would fill his stomach. I turned half
to my right and drew a huge ice-spear from the snow. All in an instant: I
drove the great ice-point ahead of me like a battering ram, braced against my
right thigh. It struck Benny on the right side, just under the rib cage, and
drove upward through his stomach and broke inside him. He pitched forward and
lay still. Gorrister lay on his back. I pulled another spear free and straddled
him, still moving, driving the spear straight down through his throat. His eyes
closed as the cold penetrated. Ellen must have realized what I had decided, even
as fear gripped her. She ran at Nimdok with a short icicle, as he screamed, and
into his mouth, and the force of her rush did the job. His head jerked sharply
as if it had been nailed to the snow crust behind him. All in an instant.
There was an eternity beat of soundless anticipation. I could hear AM draw in
his breath. His toys had been taken from him. Three of them were dead, could not
be revived. He could keep us alive, by his strength and talent, but he was not
God. He could not bring them back. Ellen looked at me, her ebony features stark
against the snow that surrounded us. There was fear and pleading in her manner,
the way she held herself ready. I knew we had only a heartbeat before AM would
stop us. It struck her and she folded toward me, bleeding from the mouth. I
could not read meaning into her expression, the pain had been too great, had
contorted her face; but it might have been thank you. It's possible. Please.


Some hundreds of years may have passed. I don't know. AM has been having fun for
some time, accelerating and retarding my time sense. I will say the word now.
Now. It took me ten months to say now. I don't know. I think it has been some
hundreds of years. He was furious. He wouldn't let me bury them. It didn't
matter. There was no way to dig up the deckplates. He dried up the snow. He
brought the night. He roared and sent locusts. It didn't do a thing; they stayed
dead. I'd had him. He was furious. I had thought AM hated me before. I was
wrong. It was not even a shadow of the hate he now slavered from every printed
circuit. He made certain I would suffer eternally and could not do myself in.
He left my mind intact. I can dream, I can wonder, I can lament. I remember all
four of them. I wish- Well, it doesn't make any sense. I know I saved them, I
know I saved them from what has happened to me, but still, I cannot forget
killing them. Ellen's face. It isn't easy. Sometimes I want to, it doesn't
matter. AM has altered me for his own peace of mind, I suppose. He doesn't want
me to run at full speed into a computer bank and smash my skull. Or hold my
breath till I faint. Or cut my throat on a rusted sheet of metal. There are
reflective surfaces down here. I will describe myself as I see myself: 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.

The End

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The City


The city waited twenty thousand years. The planet moved through space and the flowers of the fields grew up and fellaway, and still the city waited; and the rivers of the planet rose and waned andturned to dust. Still the city waited. The winds that had been young and wild grewold and serene, and the clouds of the sky that had been ripped and torn were leftalone to drift in idle whitenesses.Still the city waited. The city waited with its windows and its black obsidian walls and its sky towers andits unpennanted turrets, with its untrod streets and its untouched doorknobs, withnot a scrap of paper or a fingerprint upon it. The city waited while the planet arcedin space, following its orbit about a blue white sun, and the seasons passed from iceto fire and back to ice and then to green fields and yellow summer meadows.It was on a summer afternoon in the middle of the twenty thousandth year that thecity ceased waiting.In the sky a rocket appeared. The rocket soared over, turned, came back, and landed in the shale meadow fiftyyards from the obsidian wall. There were booted footsteps in the thin grass andcalling voices from men within the rocket to men without.“Ready?"“All right, men. Careful! Into the city. Jensen, you and Hutchinson patrol ahead.Keep a sharp eye.” The city opened secret nostrils in its black walls and a steady suction vent deep inthe body of the city drew storms of air back through channels, through thistle filtersand dust collectors, to a line and tremblingly delicate series of coils and webs whichglowed with silver light. Again and again the immense suctions occurred, again andagain the odors from the meadow were borne upon warm winds into the city."Fire odor, the scent of a fallen meteor, hot metal. A ship has come from anotherworld. The brass smell, the dusty fire smell of bumed powder, sulphur, and rocketbrimstone.” This information, stamped on tapes which sprocketed into slots, slid down throughyellow cogs into further machines.Click clack.A calculator made the sound of a metronome. Five, six, seven, eight, nine. Ninemen! An instantaneous typewriter inked this message on tape which slithered and vanished
Click clak. The city awaited the soft tread of their rubberoid boots. The great city nostrils dilated again. The smell of butter. ln the city air, from the stalking men, faintly, the aura whichwafted to the great Nose broke down into memories of milk, cheese, ice cream,butter, the effluvium of a dairy economy."Careful, men!""Jones, get your gun out. Don't be a fool!"'The city's dead, why worry?"“You can't tell."Now, at the barking talk, the Ears awoke. After centuries of listening to winds thatblew small and faint, of hearing leaves strip from trees and grass grow softly in thetime of melting snows, now the Ears oiled themselves in a self lubrication, drewtaut, great drums upon which the heartbeat of the invaders might pummel and thuddelicately as the tremor of a gnat's wing. The Ears listened and the Nose siphonedup great chambers of odor. The perspiration of frightened men arose. There were islands of sweat under theirarms, and sweat in their hands as they held their guns. The Nose sifted and worried this air, like a connoisseur busy with an ancientvintage.Click clackInformation rotated down on parallel check tapes. Perspiration, chlorides such andsuch percent, sulphates so and so, urea nitrogen, ammonia nitrogen, thus;creatinine, sugar, lactic acid!Bells rang. Small totals jumped up. The Nose whispered, expelling the tested air. The great Ears listened;"I think we should go back to the rocket, Captain.""l give the orders, Mr. Smith!""Yes, sir.”"You, up there! Patrol! See anything?""Nothing, sir. Looks like it's been dead for a long time!

"You see, Smith? Nothing to fear.""l don't like it. I don’t know why. You ever feel you've seen a place before? Well, thiscity's too familiar.""Nonsense This planetary system's billions of miles from Earth, we couldn'tpossibly've been here ever before. Ours is the only light year rocket in existence.""That's how l feel, anyway, sir. l think we should get out." The footsteps faltered. There was only the sound of the intruder's breath on the stillair. The Ear heard and quickened. Rotors glided, liquids glittered in small creeksthrough valves and blowers. A formula and a concoction one followed another.Moments later, responding to the summons of the Ear and Nose, through giantholes in the city walls a fresh vapor blew out over the invaders.“Smell that, Smith? Ahh. Green grass. Ever smell any thing better7 By God, l justlike to stand here and smell it."Invisible chlorophyll blew among the standing men."Alibi" The footsteps continued"Nothing wrong with that, eh, Smith? Come on!" The Ear and Nose relaxed a billionth of a fraction. The countermove had succeeded. The pawns were proceeding forward.Now the cloudy Eyes of the city moved out of fog and mist."Captain, the windows!""What?"'Those house windows, there! l saw them move!""l didn't see it.""They shifted. They changed color. From dark to light.""Look like ordinary square windows to me."Blurred objects focused. In the mechanical ravines of the city oiled shafts plunged,balance wheels dipped over into green oil pools. The window frames flexed. Thewindows gleamed

Below, in the street, walked two men, a patrol, followed, at a safe interval, by sevenmore. Their uniforms were white, their faces as pink as if they had been slapped,their eyes were blue. They walked upright, upon hind legs, carrying metal weapons. Their feet were booted. They were males, with eyes, ears, mouths, noses. The windows trembled. The windows thinned. They dilated imperceptibly, like theirises of numberless eyes."I tell you, Captain, it's the windows!"“Get along.""l'm going back, sir.""WVhat?“"l'm going back £6 the rocket.""Mr. Smith!""l'm not falling into any trap!""Afraid of an empty city?" The others laughed, uneasily.“Go on, laugh!" The street was stone cobbled, each stone three inches wide, six inches long. With amove unrecognizable as such, the street settled. lt weighed the invaders.ln a machine cellar a red wand touched a numeral: |78 pounds . _ _ 2l0, 154, 201, |98 each man weighed. The record spooled down into a correlative darkness.Now the city was fully awake!Now the vents sucked and blew air, the tobacco odor from the invaders' mouths,the green soap scent from their hands. Even their eyeballs had a delicate odor. Thecity detected it, and this information formed totals which scurried down to totalother totals. The crystal windows glittered, the Ear tautened and skinned the drumof its hearing tight, tighter —all of the senses of the city swarming like a fall of unseen snow, counting the respiration and the dim hidden heartbeats of the men,listening, watching, tasting.For the streets were like tongues, and where the men passed, the taste of theirheels ebbed down through stone pores to be calculated on litmus. This chemical
totality, so subtly collected, was appended to the now increasing sums waiting thefinal calculation among the whirling wheels and whispering spokes.Footsteps. Running."Come back! Smithl""No, blast you!”"Get him, men!"Footsteps rushing.A final test. The city, having listened, watched, tasted, felt, weighed, and balanced,must perform a final task.A trap flung wide in the street. The captain, unseen to the others, running,vanished.Hung by his feet, a razor drawn across his throat, another down his chest, hiscarcass instantly emptied of its entrails, exposed upon a table under the street, in ahidden cell, the captain died. Great crystal microscopes stared at the red twines of muscle; bodiless fingers probed the still pulsing heart. The flaps of his sliced skinwere pinned to the table while hands shifted parts of his body like a quick andcurious player of chess, using the red pawns and the red pieces.Smith shouted, and below in this curious room blood flowed into capsules, wasshaken, spun, shoved on smear slides under further microscopes, counts made,temperatures taken, heart cut in seventeen sections, liver and kidneys expertlyhalved. Brain was drilled and scooped from bone socket, nerves pulled forth like thedead wires of a switch-board, muscles plucked for elasticity, while in the electricsubterrcne of the city the Mind at last totaled out its grandest total and all of themachinery ground to a monstrous and momentary halt. The total. These are men. These are men from a far world, a certain planet, and they havecertain eyes, certain ears, and they walk upon legs in a specified way and carryweapons and think and fight, and they have particular hearts and all such organs asare recorded from long ago.Above, men ran down the street toward the rocket. Smith ran. The total. These are our enemies. These are the ones we have waited for twenty thousandyears to sec again. These are the men upon whom we waited to visit revenge.Everything totals. These are the men of a planet called Earth, who declared war upon TaoIlan twenty thousand years ago, who kept us in slavery and ruined us anddestroyed us with a great disease. Then they went off to live in another galaxy toescape that disease which they visited upon us after ransacking our world. Theyhave forgotten that war and that time, and they have forgotten us. But we have notforgotten them. These are our enemies. This is certain. Our waiting is done."Smith, come back!"Quickly. Upon the red table, with the spread eagled captain's body empty, newhands began a fight of motion. Into the wet interior were placed organs of copper,brass. silver, aluminum, rubber and silk, spiders spun gold web which was stunginto the skin, a heart was attached, and into the skull case was fitted a platinumbrain which hummed and fluttered small sparkles of blue fire, and the wires leddown through the body to the arms and legs. In a moment the body was sewn tight,the incisions waxed, healed at neck and throat and about the skull—perfect, fresh,new. The captain sat up and flexed his arms."Stop!"On the street the captain reappeared, raised his gun and fired.Smith fell, a bullet in his heart. The other men turned. The captain ran to them."That fool! Afraid of a city!" They look at the body of Smith at their feet. They looked at their captain, and their eyes widened and narrowed."Listen to me," said the captain. "I have something important to tell you."Now the city, which had weighed and tasted and smelled them, which had used allits powers save one, pre pared to use its final ability, the power of speech. It did notspeak with the rage and hostility of its massed walls or towers, nor with the bulk of its cobbled avenues and for tresses of machinery. It spoke with the quiet voice of one man."I am no longer your captain," he said. "Nor am I a man." The men moved back."I am the city," he said, and smiled."I've waited two hundred centuries," he said. "I've waited for the sons of the sons of the sons to return."

"Captain, sir!""Let me continue. Who built me? The city. The men who died built me. The old racewho once lived here. The people whom the Earthmen left to die of a terribledisease, a form of leprosy with no cure. And the men of that old race, dreaming of the day when Earthmen might return, built this city, and the name of this city wasand is Revenge, upon the planet of Darkness, near the shore of the Sea of Centuries, by the Mountains of the Dead; all very poetic. This city was to be abalancing machine, a litmus, an antenna to test all future space travelers. In twentythousand years only two other rockets landed here. One from a distant galaxycalled Ennt, and the inhabitants of that craft were tested, weighed, found wanting,and let free, unscathed, from the city. As were the visitors in the second ship. Buttoday! At long last, you've camel The revenge will be carried out to the last detail. Those men have been dead two hundred centuries, but they left a city here towelcome you.""Captain, sir, you're not feeling well. Perhaps you'd better come back to the ship,sir." The city trembled. The pavements opened and the men fell, screaming. Falling, they saw bright razorsflash to meet them! Time passed. Soon came the call:"Smith?""Here!""Jensen?""Here!""Jones, Hutchinson, Springer?""Here, here, here!" They stood by the door of the rocket."We return to Earth immediately.""Yes, sir!" The incisions on their necks were invisible, as were their hidden brass hearts andsilver organs and the fine golden wire of their nerves. There was a faint electric humfrom their heads."On the double!
Nine men hurried the golden bombs of disease culture into the rocket."These are to be dropped on Earth.""Right, sir!" The rocket valve slammed. The rocket jumped into the sky. As the thunder faded,the city lay upon the summer meadow. Its glass eyes were dulled over. The Earrelaxed, the great nostril vents stopped, the streets no longer weighed or balanced,and the hidden machinery paused in its bath of oil.In the sky the rocket dwindled.Slowly, pleasurably, the city enjoyed the luxury of dying

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I'm the wolf, yeah!
I am the wolf! It's close, it's coming. You have come.
The witness to the end, of time. It's now! I will rise to
her side! I don't need the words!
I'm beyond the words!
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fuck the city, i have no mouth and i must scream is one awesome book, and one amazing ending, also, i referanced it way, way, way back

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I'm trying i'm trying~ i'm making I'll try too slowly up my posting. At least once a day for a bit. Then I'll up that too twice, then four, then 8 and so on.
Until eventually I wake up one morning and find out that I am actually an Idiot hero.
On some quest too cheat on his gf or raise affection of 5 women who conveniently live in my the same dorm as me.
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THAT SIR WAS A PROPER MESSAGE

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FUCK MAN WE ARE DOING THIS UP RIGHT I AM SICK OF YOUR COMPLAINING AND BITCHING SICK TO FUCKING DEATH WE WILL DO IT NOW WITHOUT A DELAY AND WE WILL ENJOY IT TO MAN FUCK YEAH ENJOYMENT THAT WE WILL HAVE FUCCCCKKK
FUCK SHIT ON THE HELL EXPRESSWAY YOU BASTARD CUNT FUCKS

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I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
by Harlan Ellison

Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported hanging high
above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily
breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung head down,
attached to the underside of the palette by the sole of its right foot. It had
been drained of blood through a precise incision made from ear to ear under the
lantern jaw. There was no blood on the reflective surface of the metal floor.
When Gorrister joined our group and looked up at himself, it was already too
late for us to realize that, once again, AM had duped us, had had its fun; it
had been a diversion on the part of the machine. Three of us had vomited,
turning away from one another in a reflex as ancient as the nausea that had
produced it. Gorrister went white. It was almost as though he had seen a voodoo
icon, and was afraid of the future. "Oh, God," he mumbled, and walked away. The
three of us followed him after a time, and found him sitting with his back to
one of the smaller chittering banks, his head in his hands. Ellen knelt down
beside him and stroked his hair. He didn't move, but his voice came out of his
covered face quite clearly. "Why doesn't it just do us in and get it over with?
Christ, I don't know how much longer I can go on like this." It was our one
hundred and ninth year in the computer. He was speaking for all of us.

Nimdok (which was the name the machine had forced him to use, because AM amused
itself with strange sounds) was hallucinating that there were canned goods in
the ice caverns. Gorrister and I were very dubious. "It's another shuck," I told
them. "Like the goddam frozen elephant AM sold us. Benny almost went out of his
mind over that one. We'll hike all that way and it'll be putrified or some damn
thing. I say forget it. Stay here, it'll have to come up with something pretty
soon or we'll die." Benny shrugged. Three days it had been since we'd last
eaten. Worms. Thick, ropey. Nimdok was no more certain. He knew there was the
chance, but he was getting thin. It couldn't be any worse there, than here.
Colder, but that didn't matter much. Hot, cold, hail, lava, boils or locusts - it
never mattered: the machine masturbated and we had to take it or die. Ellen
decided us. "I've got to have something, Ted. Maybe there'll be some Bartlett
pears or peaches. Please, Ted, let's try it." I gave in easily. What the hell.
Mattered not at all. Ellen was grateful, though. She took me twice out of turn.
Even that had ceased to matter. And she never came, so why bother? But the
machine giggled every time we did it. Loud, up there, back there, all around us,
he snickered. It snickered. Most of the time I thought of AM as it, without a
soul; but the rest of the time I thought of it as him, in the masculine... the
paternal... the patriarchal... for he is a jealous people. Him. It. God as Daddy
the Deranged. We left on a Thursday. The machine always kept us up-to-date on
the date. The passage of time was important; not to us, sure as hell, but to him...
it... AM. Thursday. Thanks. Nimdok and Gorrister carried Ellen for a while,
their hands locked to their own and each other's wrists, a seat. Benny and I
walked before and after, just to make sure that, if anything happened, it would
catch one of us and at least Ellen would be safe. Fat chance, safe. Didn't
matter. It was only a hundred miles or so to the ice caverns, and the second
day, when we were lying out under the blistering sun-thing he had materialized,
he sent down some manna. Tasted like boiled boar urine. We ate it. On the third
day we passed through a valley of obsolescence, filled with rusting carcasses of
ancient computer banks. AM had been as ruthless with its own life as with ours.
It was a mark of his personality: it strove for perfection. Whether it was a
matter of killing off unproductive elements in his own world-filling bulk, or
perfecting methods for torturing us, AM was as thorough as those who had
invented him-now long since gone to dust-could ever have hoped. There was light
filtering down from above, and we realized we must be very near the surface. But
we didn't try to crawl up to see. There was virtually nothing out there; had
been nothing that could be considered anything for over a hundred years. Only
the blasted skin of what had once been the home of billions. Now there were only
five of us, down here inside, alone with AM. I heard Ellen saying frantically,
"No, Benny! Don't, come on, Benny, don't please!" And then I realized I had
been hearing Benny murmuring, under his breath, for several minutes. He was
saying, "I'm gonna get out, I'm gonna get out..." over and over. His monkey-like
face was crumbled up in an expression of beatific delight and sadness, all at
the same time. The radiation scars AM had given him during the "festival" were
drawn down into a mass of pink-white puckerings, and his features seemed to work
independently of one another. Perhaps Benny was the luckiest of the five of us:
he had gone stark, staring mad many years before. But even though we could call
AM any damned thing we liked, could think the foulest thoughts of fused memory
banks and corroded base plates, of burnt out circuits and shattered control
bubbles, the machine would not tolerate our trying to escape. Benny leaped away
from me as I made a grab for him. He scrambled up the face of a smaller memory
cube, tilted on its side and filled with rotted components. He squatted there
for a moment, looking like the chimpanzee AM had intended him to resemble. Then
he leaped high, caught a trailing beam of pitted and corroded metal, and went up
it, hand-over-hand like an animal, till he was on a girdered ledge, twenty feet
above us. "Oh, Ted, Nimdok, please, help him, get him down before-" She cut
off. Tears began to stand in her eyes. She moved her hands aimlessly. It was
too late. None of us wanted to be near him when whatever was going to happen,
happened. And besides, we all saw through her concern. When AM had altered
Benny, during the machine's utterly irrational, hysterical phase, it was not
merely Benny's face the computer had made like a giant ape's. He was big in the
privates; she loved that! She serviced us, as a matter of course, but she loved
it from him. Oh Ellen, pedestal Ellen, pristine-pure Ellen; oh Ellen the clean!
Scum filth. Gorrister slapped her. She slumped down, staring up at poor loonie
Benny, and she cried. It was her big defense, crying. We had gotten used to it
seventy-five years earlier. Gorrister kicked her in the side. Then the sound
began. It was light, that sound. Half sound and half light, something that began
to glow from Benny's eyes, and pulse with growing loudness, dim sonorities that
grew more gigantic and brighter as the light/sound increased in tempo. It must
have been painful, and the pain must have been increasing with the boldness of
the light, the rising volume of the sound, for Benny began to mewl like a
wounded animal. At first softly, when the light was dim and the sound was muted,
then louder as his shoulders hunched together: his back humped, as though he was
trying to get away from it. His hands folded across his chest like a chipmunk's.
His head tilted to the side. The sad little monkey-face pinched in anguish. Then
he began to howl, as the sound coming from his eyes grew louder. Louder and
louder. I slapped the sides of my head with my hands, but I couldn't shut it
out, it cut through easily. The pain shivered through my flesh like tinfoil on a
tooth. And Benny was suddenly pulled erect. On the girder he stood up, jerked
to his feet like a puppet. The light was now pulsing out of his eyes in two
great round beams. The sound crawled up and up some incomprehensible scale, and
then he fell forward, straight down, and hit the plate-steel floor with a crash.
He lay there jerking spastically as the light flowed around and around him and
the sound spiraled up out of normal range. Then the light beat its way back
inside his head, the sound spiraled down, and he was left lying there, crying
piteously. His eyes were two soft, moist pools of pus-like jelly. AM had
blinded him. Gorrister and Nimdok and myself... we turned away. But not before we
caught the look of relief on Ellen's warm, concerned face.

Sea-green light suffused the cavern where we made camp. AM provided punk and we
burned it, sitting huddled around the wan and pathetic fire, telling stories to
keep Benny from crying in his permanent night. "What does AM mean?" Gorrister
answered him. We had done this sequence a thousand times before, but it was
Benny's favorite story. "At first it meant Allied Mastercomputer, and then it
meant Adaptive Manipulator, and later on it developed sentience and linked
itself up and they called it an Aggressive Menace, but by then it was too late,
and finally it called itself AM, emerging intelligence, and what it meant was I
am - cogito ergo sum - I think, therefore I am." Benny drooled a little, and
snickered. "There was the Chinese AM and the Russian AM and the Yankee AM and-"
He stopped. Benny was beating on the floorplates with a large, hard fist. He was
not happy. Gorrister had not started at the beginning. Gorrister began again.
"The Cold War started and became World War Three and just kept going. It became
a big war, a very complex war, so they needed the computers to handle it. They
sank the first shafts and began building AM. There was the Chinese AM and the
Russian AM and the Yankee AM and everything was fine until they had honeycombed
the entire planet, adding on this element and that element. But one day AM woke
up and knew who he was, and he linked himself, and he began feeding all the
killing data, until everyone was dead, except for the five of us, and AM brought
us down here." Benny was smiling sadly. He was also drooling again. Ellen wiped
the spittle from the corner of his mouth with the hem of her skirt. Gorrister
always tried to tell it a little more succinctly each time, but beyond the bare
facts there was nothing to say. None of us knew why AM had saved five people, or
why our specific five, or why he spent all his time tormenting us, or even why
he had made us virtually immortal... In the darkness, one of the computer banks
began humming. The tone was picked up half a mile away down the cavern by
another bank. Then one by one, each of the elements began to tune itself, and
there was a faint chittering as thought raced through the machine. The sound
grew, and the lights ran across the faces of the consoles like heat lightening.
The sound spiraled up till it sounded like a million metallic insects, angry,
menacing. "What is it?" Ellen cried. There was terror in her voice. She hadn't
become accustomed to it, even now. "It's going to be bad this time," Nimdok
said. "He's going to speak," Gorrister said. "I know it." "Let's get the hell
out of here!" I said suddenly, getting to my feet. "No, Ted, sit down … what if
he's got pits out there, or something else, we can't see, it's too dark."
Gorrister said it with resignation. Then we heard... I don't know... Something
moving toward us in the darkness. Huge, shambling, hairy, moist, it came toward
us. We couldn't even see it, but there was the ponderous impression of bulk,
heaving itself toward us. Great weight was coming at us, out of the darkness,
and it was more a sense of pressure, of air forcing itself into a limited space,
expanding the invisible walls of a sphere. Benny began to whimper. Nimdok's
lower lip trembled and he bit it hard, trying to stop it. Ellen slid across the
metal floor to Gorrister and huddled into him. There was the smell of matted,
wet fur in the cavern. There was the smell of charred wood. There was the smell
of dusty velvet. There was the smell of rotting orchids. There was the smell of
sour milk. There was the smell of sulphur, of rancid butter, of oil slick, of
grease, of chalk dust, of human scalps. AM was keying us. He was tickling us.
There was the smell of- I heard myself shriek, and the hinges of my jaws ached.
I scuttled across the floor, across the cold metal with its endless lines of
rivets, on my hands and knees, the smell gagging me, filling my head with a
thunderous pain that sent me away in horror. I fled like a cockroach, across the
floor and out into the darkness, that something moving inexorably after me. The
others were still back there, gathered around the firelight, laughing... their
hysterical choir of insane giggles rising up into the darkness like thick, many-
colored wood smoke. I went away, quickly, and hid. How many hours it may have
been, how many days or even years, they never told me. Ellen chided me for
"sulking," and Nimdok tried to persuade me it had only been a nervous reflex on
their part-the laughing. But I knew it wasn't the relief a soldier feels when
the bullet hits the man next to him. I knew it wasn't a reflex. They hated me.
They were surely against me, and AM could even sense this hatred, and made it
worse for me because of the depth of their hatred. We had been kept alive,
rejuvenated, made to remain constantly at the age we had been when AM had
brought us below, and they hated me because I was the youngest, and the one AM
had affected least of all. I knew. God, how I knew. The bastards, and that
dirty bitch Ellen. Benny had been a brilliant theorist, a college professor; now
he was little more than a semi-human, semi-simian. He had been handsome, the
machine had ruined that. He had been lucid, the machine had driven him mad. He
had been gay, and the machine had given him an organ fit for a horse. AM had
done a job on Benny. Gorrister had been a worrier. He was a connie, a
conscientious objector; he was a peace marcher; he was a planner, a doer, a
looker-ahead. AM had turned him into a shoulder-shrugger, had made him a little
dead in his concern. AM had robbed him. Nimdok went off in the darkness by
himself for long times. I don't know what it was he did out there, AM never let
us know. But whatever it was, Nimdok always came back white, drained of blood,
shaken, shaking. AM had hit him hard in a special way, even if we didn't know
quite how. And Ellen. That douche bag! AM had left her alone, had made her more
of a slut than she had ever been. All her talk of sweetness and light, all her
memories of true love, all the lies she wanted us to believe: that she had been
a virgin only twice removed before AM grabbed her and brought her down here with
us. No, AM had given her pleasure, even if she said it wasn't nice to do. I was
the only one still sane and whole. Really! AM had not tampered with my mind.
Not at all. I only had to suffer what he visited down on us. All the delusions,
all the nightmares, the torments. But those scum, all four of them, they were
lined and arrayed against me. If I hadn't had to stand them off all the time, be
on my guard against them all the time, I might have found it easier to combat
AM. At which point it passed, and I began crying. Oh, Jesus sweet Jesus, if
there ever was a Jesus and if there is a God, please please please let us out of
here, or kill us. Because at that moment I think I realized completely, so that
I was able to verbalize it: AM was intent on keeping us in his belly forever,
twisting and torturing us forever. The machine hated us as no sentient creature
had ever hated before. And we were helpless. It also became hideously clear: If
there was a sweet Jesus and if there was a God, the God was AM.

The hurricane hit us with the force of a glacier thundering into the sea. It was
a palpable presence. Winds that tore at us, flinging us back the way we had
come, down the twisting, computer-lined corridors of the darkway. Ellen screamed
as she was lifted and hurled face-forward into a screaming shoal of machines,
their individual voices strident as bats in flight. She could not even fall. The
howling wind kept her aloft, buffeted her, bounced her, tossed her back and back
and down and away from us, out of sight suddenly as she was swirled around a
bend in the darkway. Her face had been bloody, her eyes closed. None of us
could get to her. We clung tenaciously to whatever outcropping we had reached:
Benny wedged in between two great crackle-finish cabinets, Nimdok with fingers
claw-formed over a railing circling a catwalk forty feet above us, Gorrister
plastered upside-down against a wall niche formed by two great machines with
glass-faced dials that swung back and forth between red and yellow lines whose
meanings we could not even fathom. Sliding across the deckplates, the tips of
my fingers had been ripped away. I was trembling, shuddering, rocking as the
wind beat at me, whipped at me, screamed down out of nowhere at me and pulled me
free from one sliver-thin opening in the plates to the next. My mind was a
roiling tinkling chittering softness of brain parts that expanded and contracted
in quivering frenzy. The wind was the scream of a great mad bird, as it flapped
its immense wings. And then we were all lifted and hurled away from there, down
back the way we had come, around a bend, into a darkway we had never explored,
over terrain that was ruined and filled with broken glass and rotting cables and
rusted metal and far away, farther than any of us had ever been... Trailing
along miles behind Ellen, I could see her every now and then, crashing into
metal walls and surging on, with all of us screaming in the freezing, thunderous
hurricane wind that would never end and then suddenly it stopped and we fell. We
had been in flight for an endless time. I thought it might have been weeks. We
fell, and hit, and I went through red and gray and black and heard myself
moaning. Not dead.

AM went into my mind. He walked smoothly here and there, and looked with
interest at all the pock marks he had created in one hundred and nine years. He
looked at the cross-routed and reconnected synapses and all the tissue damage
his gift of immortality had included. He smiled softly at the pit that dropped
into the center of my brain and the faint, moth-soft murmurings of the things
far down there that gibbered without meaning, without pause. AM said, very
politely, in a pillar of stainless steel bearing bright neon lettering:

AM said it with the sliding cold horror of a razor blade slicing my eyeball. AM
said it with the bubbling thickness of my lungs filling with phlegm, drowning me
from within. AM said it with the shriek of babies being ground beneath blue-hot
rollers. AM said it with the taste of maggoty pork. AM touched me in every way I
had ever been touched, and devised new ways, at his leisure, there inside my
mind. All to bring me to full realization of why it had done this to the five
of us; why it had saved us for himself. 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. 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, that would merely keep him reminded, amused,
proficient at hating man. Immortal, trapped, subject to any torment he could
devise for us from the limitless miracles at his command. He would never let us
go. We were his belly slaves. We were all he had to do with his forever time. We
would be forever with him, with the cavern-filling bulk of the creature machine,
with the all-mind soulless world he had become. He was Earth, and we were the
fruit of that Earth; and though he had eaten us, he would never digest us. We
could not die. We had tried it. We had attempted suicide, oh one or two of us
had. But AM had stopped us. I suppose we had wanted to be stopped. Don't ask
why. I never did. More than a million times a day. Perhaps once we might be able
to sneak a death past him. Immortal, yes, but not indestructible. I saw that
when AM withdrew from my mind, and allowed me the exquisite ugliness of
returning to consciousness with the feeling of that burning neon pillar still
rammed deep into the soft gray brain matter. He withdrew, murmuring to hell
with you. And added, brightly, but then you're there, aren't you.


The hurricane had, indeed, precisely, been caused by a great mad bird, as it
flapped its immense wings. We had been travelling for close to a month, and AM
had allowed passages to open to us only sufficient to lead us up there, directly
under the North Pole, where it had nightmared the creature for our torment. What
whole cloth had he employed to create such a beast? Where had he gotten the
concept? From our minds? From his knowledge of everything that had ever been on
this planet he now infested and ruled? From Norse mythology it had sprung, this
eagle, this carrion bird, this roc, this Huergelmir. The wind creature. Hurakan
incarnate. Gigantic. The words immense, monstrous, grotesque, massive, swollen,
overpowering, beyond description. There on a mound rising above us, the bird of
winds heaved with its own irregular breathing, its snake neck arching up into
the gloom beneath the North Pole, supporting a head as large as a Tudor mansion;
a beak that opened slowly as the jaws of the most monstrous crocodile ever
conceived, sensuously; ridges of tufted flesh puckered about two evil eyes, as
cold as the view down into a glacial crevasse, ice blue and somehow moving
liquidly; it heaved once more, and lifted its great sweat-colored wings in a
movement that was certainly a shrug. Then it settled and slept. Talons. Fangs.
Nails. Blades. It slept. AM appeared to us as a burning bush and said we could
kill the hurricane bird if we wanted to eat. We had not eaten in a very long
time, but even so, Gorrister merely shrugged. Benny began to shiver and he
drooled. Ellen held him. "Ted, I'm hungry," she said. I smiled at her; I was
trying to be reassuring, but it was as phony as Nimdok's bravado: "Give us
weapons!" he demanded. The burning bush vanished and there were two crude sets
of bows and arrows, and a water pistol, lying on the cold deckplates. I picked
up a set. Useless. Nimdok swallowed heavily. We turned and started the long way
back. The hurricane bird had blown us about for a length of time we could not
conceive. Most of that time we had been unconscious. But we had not eaten. A
month on the march to the bird itself. Without food. Now how much longer to find
our way to the ice caverns, and the promised canned goods? None of us cared to
think about it. We would not die. We would be given filth and scum to eat, of
one kind or another. Or nothing at all. AM would keep our bodies alive somehow,
in pain, in agony. The bird slept back there, for how long it didn't matter;
when AM was tired of its being there, it would vanish. But all that meat. All
that tender meat. As we walked, the lunatic laugh of a fat woman rang high and
around us in the computer chambers that led endlessly nowhere. It was not
Ellen's laugh. She was not fat, and I had not heard her laugh for one hundred
and nine years. In fact, I had not heard... we walked... I was hungry...


We moved slowly. There was often fainting, and we would have to wait. One day he
decided to cause an earthquake, at the same time rooting us to the spot with
nails through the soles of our shoes. Ellen and Nimdok were both caught when a
fissure shot its lightning-bolt opening across the floorplates. They disappeared
and were gone. When the earthquake was over we continued on our way, Benny,
Gorrister and myself. Ellen and Nimdok were returned to us later that night,
which abruptly became a day, as the heavenly legion bore them to us with a
celestial chorus singing, "Go Down Moses." The archangels circled several times
and then dropped the hideously mangled bodies. We kept walking, and a while
later Ellen and Nimdok fell in behind us. They were no worse for wear. But now
Ellen walked with a limp. AM had left her that. It was a long trip to the ice
caverns, to find the canned food. Ellen kept talking about Bing cherries and
Hawaiian fruit cocktail. I tried not to think about it. The hunger was something
that had come to life, even as AM had come to life. It was alive in my belly,
even as we were in the belly of the Earth, and AM wanted the similarity known to
us. So he heightened the hunger. There is no way to describe the pains that not
having eaten for months brought us. And yet we were kept alive. Stomachs that
were merely cauldrons of acid, bubbling, foaming, always shooting spears of
sliver-thin pain into our chests. It was the pain of the terminal ulcer,
terminal cancer, terminal paresis. It was unending pain... And we passed through
the cavern of rats. And we passed through the path of boiling steam. And we
passed through the country of the blind. And we passed through the slough of
despond. And we passed through the vale of tears. And we came, finally, to the
ice caverns. Horizonless thousands of miles in which the ice had formed in blue
and silver flashes, where novas lived in the glass. The downdropping stalactites
as thick and glorious as diamonds that had been made to run like jelly and then
solidified in graceful eternities of smooth, sharp perfection. We saw the stack
of canned goods, and we tried to run to them. We fell in the snow, and we got up
and went on, and Benny shoved us away and went at them, and pawed them and
gummed them and gnawed at them, and he could not open them. AM had not given us
a tool to open the cans. Benny grabbed a three quart can of guava shells, and
began to batter it against the ice bank. The ice flew and shattered, but the can
was merely dented, while we heard the laughter of a fat lady, high overhead and
echoing down and down and down the tundra. Benny went completely mad with rage.
He began throwing cans, as we all scrabbled about in the snow and ice trying to
find a way to end the helpless agony of frustration. There was no way. Then
Benny's mouth began to drool, and he flung himself on Gorrister... In that
instant, I felt terribly calm. Surrounded by madness, surrounded by hunger,
surrounded by everything but death, I knew death was our only way out. AM had
kept us alive, but there was a way to defeat him. Not total defeat, but at least
peace. I would settle for that. I had to do it quickly. Benny was eating
Gorrister's face. Gorrister on his side, thrashing snow, Benny wrapped around
him with powerful monkey legs crushing Gorrister's waist, his hands locked
around Gorrister's head like a nutcracker, and his mouth ripping at the tender
skin of Gorrister's cheek. Gorrister screamed with such jagged-edged violence
that stalactites fell; they plunged down softly, erect in the receiving
snowdrifts. Spears, hundreds of them, everywhere, protruding from the snow.
Benny's head pulled back sharply, as something gave all at once, and a bleeding
raw-white dripping of flesh hung from his teeth. Ellen's face, black against
the white snow, dominoes in chalk dust. Nimdok, with no expression but eyes, all
eyes. Gorrister, half-conscious. Benny, now an animal. I knew AM would let him
play. Gorrister would not die, but Benny would fill his stomach. I turned half
to my right and drew a huge ice-spear from the snow. All in an instant: I
drove the great ice-point ahead of me like a battering ram, braced against my
right thigh. It struck Benny on the right side, just under the rib cage, and
drove upward through his stomach and broke inside him. He pitched forward and
lay still. Gorrister lay on his back. I pulled another spear free and straddled
him, still moving, driving the spear straight down through his throat. His eyes
closed as the cold penetrated. Ellen must have realized what I had decided, even
as fear gripped her. She ran at Nimdok with a short icicle, as he screamed, and
into his mouth, and the force of her rush did the job. His head jerked sharply
as if it had been nailed to the snow crust behind him. All in an instant.
There was an eternity beat of soundless anticipation. I could hear AM draw in
his breath. His toys had been taken from him. Three of them were dead, could not
be revived. He could keep us alive, by his strength and talent, but he was not
God. He could not bring them back. Ellen looked at me, her ebony features stark
against the snow that surrounded us. There was fear and pleading in her manner,
the way she held herself ready. I knew we had only a heartbeat before AM would
stop us. It struck her and she folded toward me, bleeding from the mouth. I
could not read meaning into her expression, the pain had been too great, had
contorted her face; but it might have been thank you. It's possible. Please.


Some hundreds of years may have passed. I don't know. AM has been having fun for
some time, accelerating and retarding my time sense. I will say the word now.
Now. It took me ten months to say now. I don't know. I think it has been some
hundreds of years. He was furious. He wouldn't let me bury them. It didn't
matter. There was no way to dig up the deckplates. He dried up the snow. He
brought the night. He roared and sent locusts. It didn't do a thing; they stayed
dead. I'd had him. He was furious. I had thought AM hated me before. I was
wrong. It was not even a shadow of the hate he now slavered from every printed
circuit. He made certain I would suffer eternally and could not do myself in.
He left my mind intact. I can dream, I can wonder, I can lament. I remember all
four of them. I wish- Well, it doesn't make any sense. I know I saved them, I
know I saved them from what has happened to me, but still, I cannot forget
killing them. Ellen's face. It isn't easy. Sometimes I want to, it doesn't
matter. AM has altered me for his own peace of mind, I suppose. He doesn't want
me to run at full speed into a computer bank and smash my skull. Or hold my
breath till I faint. Or cut my throat on a rusted sheet of metal. There are
reflective surfaces down here. I will describe myself as I see myself: 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.

The End
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