The abhuman was grinning, and his eyes glinted like black stones, and his beast mask was transformed, for the force possessing him was the only thing inside his corpse now: it was no longer a him, but an it.
Before, he had been almost a man. Now the face was something wholly opposite a man, something antithetical to all life
The emptiness in the eyes pierce my spirit, and I cowered back, one hand raised as if to ward off a blow.
"Why do you hate us?" I whispered aloud, gasping. "Why do you attack us?"
"Malice is its own reason," The words from the mouth were in an ancient language. "Malice needs no justification. The Great Ones could have smashed your flimsy metal house long and long ago, child of Man, but it is your degradation they crave: death is too noble. For centuries they will torment your dead, until even your memories are a torment. I am made in mockery of you, me and all my race, a crooked copy, merely so that you can be told this final secret: there is nothing."
"What have we ever done? Did our ancestors open up a gate into an ulterior dimension and release these horrors? What is the reason?"
It laughed without breath. "No reason. There is nothing. You are to die. You scream in the night. The silence will not answer you."
"Silence of the Night"
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant for you. Hate.
"I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream"
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