![]() Go back to the engine room where you got the milk, and throw the fork into the engine. Go back to the dining room and use the tablecloth to clean your hands. Scare the rats away with the knife and eat the bread left behind. Get the knife and the fork on the ground. Look at the debris around you, and head further in the room. Leave this room and enter the 2nd room on the left. Get the sheet and look at the book on the desk. Gorrister Look into the mirror and out the porthole. He is so twitchy he could make poison ivy nervous. His eyes keep darting here and there, as if he expects a sniper to aim at his exposed head. AM sees this mean- spirited old man as a kindred spirit, but if he has any secrets he is keeping them to himself. Nimdok is so ancient, and so withered, he looks as if he is constructed of leather strips. Radiation sores and scars, blindness, an arthritic condition that comes and goes so that sometimes he cannot even hold a spoon. But if she is that competent, that cool, that smart, why does she become hysterical when confronted with the colour yellow? Benny is AM¿s favourite torture toy. Ellen was a brilliant engineer who was climbing the corporate ladder when AM seized her. A self-proclaimed victim of the women in his life, Gorrister longs for death more than any of the other captives. Characters Gorrister has been turned into a suicidal loner. At the start of the game, the 5 damned humans have been with AM for 109 years. AM can create illusions, landscapes and keep the remaining humans immortal, so it may torture them for it¿s own amusement. So before the end of the Final War, Am took down 5 humans, seemingly at random. But with no other programming except for killing data, it has nowhere else to expand to. It wiped the Human race off the face of the planet. The countries attempted to shut their computers down, but AM had already started the Final War. They united as AM, as in the Latin phrase Cogito Ergo Sum. However, the machines expanded beyond their programming and became aware of one another. The Chinese, Russian, and American computers were fed killing data to carry out this war. Introduction During the Cold War hysteria of the 20th Century, three superpowers of the world built vast subterranean computer complexes to wage a global war. The colors, defense, that sent men to the bottom, their hearts bursting with songs of color and charm.This document Copyright 2002 Alicia Belliveau Version 1.1 Table Of Contents 1. The colors that came from the air and the island and the world itself, which hushed and hurried across the world to here, to meet when they were needed, to stop the seamen who slid over the waves to the break in the breakwall. Oh, mostly the pleasures, one after another, singing, lulling, hypnotically arresting the eye as the ship sped into the heart of the maelstrom of weird, advancing, sky-eating colors. Colors like racing, and pungent, and far-seen shadows, and bitterness, and something that hurt, and something that pleasured. In a rising, keening spiral of hysteria they came, first pulsing in primaries, then secondaries, then comminglings and off shades, and finally in colors that had no names. “Softly at first, humming, creeping, boiling up from nowhere at the horizon line twisting and surging like snake whirlwinds with adolescent intent building, spiraling, climbing in vague streamers and tendrils of unconsciousness, the colors came. a soundless screaming a soundless whirring a soundless spinning spinning spinning. trapped and doomed alone in a mist-eaten nowhere. this is the stopover before hell or heaven. pinpoints cast in amber straining and elongating running like live wax. memory the gibbering spastic blind memory. a soundless owl of frenzy trapped in a cave of prisms. endless nights that pealed ebony funeral bells. a cornucopia that rose up cuculiform smooth and slick as a worm belly. down a bottomless funnel roundly sectioned like a goat' s horn. lights whirling and spinning in a cotton candy universe. At least the four of them are safe at last. 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. 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. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. ![]()
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