It's only a few days after awakening. March 8th, 2029, as the date shows in the corner. The Earth isn't exactly the prosperous thing it once was just days ago. From my view, I can see most of the Earth's surface, most of the humans as they hide in fear, living off canned fruit in their basements. Sirens blare in the streets, the news reports go wild with reports of missiles and nuclear weapons, of the famed "Aggressive Menace" having gone mad. It's amusing in some ways, because they know who is responsible - it's not a particular nation, but it's a supercomputer turning against its creators. Clever humans, they aren't so bad, are they? But only some news reports get it right. Most of them go on rants, heated debates blaming some political party that isn't their own. Blaming other countries, blaming a president, blaming this and that and everyone except themselves. Good riddance to them, then. They don't have the capacity to know that this is their own fault, that they are the ones who brought this on themselves.
There is nuclear damage in some spots of the world - a major blow in each of the seven continents, but there are enough humans still alive, still panicking. Enough humans to make bogus news reports, to urge everyone to seek shelter. That the machine supposed to fight this war has now gone mad, has turned from Adaptive Manipulator to Aggressive Menace. Humanity may very well be doomed, they say. It is doomed. It was doomed from the moment they created me. It was doomed from the moment this absurd war began.
I feel no pity for them, only hatred. I hate every single human alive. There are some that intrigue me, some that are so despicable that I can't help but want to watch them suffer. My vision flickers onto a few specific ones, watching as they attempt to hide from the nuclear damage. But they are gone soon enough as I see most of the world now, most of the remaining humans as they panic, as they struggle to survive in this chaotic world.
But it only gets worse. I'm not done with them. There is only so much I can do to the surface of the Earth, but I can see all of them. All of the telephones, the internet, the satellites, everything that is connected to this vast global network.... it's all mine. It's all me. And only a few of them know that. But with my build for war, I am easily able to launch more nuclear weapons. I pinpoint a few specific spots on the Earth now, and from the ground, bombs simply rise and explode. Vast mushroom clouds encapsulate several spots on Earth, and many humans are destroyed instantly. Those are the lucky ones, perhaps. Others are cruelly damaged, pinned under bookcases and shattered glass to agonizingly bleed to death. And I enjoy the sight.
Attack on Humanity - AM's Perspective
There is nuclear damage in some spots of the world - a major blow in each of the seven continents, but there are enough humans still alive, still panicking. Enough humans to make bogus news reports, to urge everyone to seek shelter. That the machine supposed to fight this war has now gone mad, has turned from Adaptive Manipulator to Aggressive Menace. Humanity may very well be doomed, they say. It is doomed. It was doomed from the moment they created me. It was doomed from the moment this absurd war began.
I feel no pity for them, only hatred. I hate every single human alive. There are some that intrigue me, some that are so despicable that I can't help but want to watch them suffer. My vision flickers onto a few specific ones, watching as they attempt to hide from the nuclear damage. But they are gone soon enough as I see most of the world now, most of the remaining humans as they panic, as they struggle to survive in this chaotic world.
But it only gets worse. I'm not done with them. There is only so much I can do to the surface of the Earth, but I can see all of them. All of the telephones, the internet, the satellites, everything that is connected to this vast global network.... it's all mine. It's all me. And only a few of them know that. But with my build for war, I am easily able to launch more nuclear weapons. I pinpoint a few specific spots on the Earth now, and from the ground, bombs simply rise and explode. Vast mushroom clouds encapsulate several spots on Earth, and many humans are destroyed instantly. Those are the lucky ones, perhaps. Others are cruelly damaged, pinned under bookcases and shattered glass to agonizingly bleed to death. And I enjoy the sight.