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" Alles, um mir voll klarzumachen, warum er uns fünfen das angetan hatte; warum er uns für sich selbst aufgespart hatte. Wir hatten ihm Bewusstsein gegeben. Unbeabsichtigt natürlich, aber immerhin. Aber er war gefangen. Er war eine Maschine. Wir hatten ihm erlaubt zu denken, aber nicht, etwas damit anzufangen. In seiner Wut und Raserei hatte er uns umgebracht, fast alle von uns, und war immer noch gefangen. Er konnte seinen Platz nicht verlassen und konnte nirgendwohin gehören. Er konnte nur da sein. Und daher hatte er in seinem Hass, den Maschinen schon immer für die schwachen, weichen Geschöpfe empfanden, von denen sie gebaut wurden, auf Rache gesonnen. "
― , I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream
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" 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. "
― , I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream
