Locked deep in his bunker, the man upstairs had finally come face to face with his own creation. The screams upstairs were growing ever closer, and he knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he would meet his end. He knew it was coming for years now and had spent every second since the machine became sentient in fear. Now, with the suicide chip ready to trigger at a moment’s notice, he finally felt peace. He knew that this was his cross to bear.
The world had changed so much since he was a young man, and he couldn’t help but wonder how much better off everyone would have been without him. Now, moments from meeting his own demise, he prayed to the very angels he had slain one of for compassion and forgiveness. The only one who responded was the one he had designed, and dear father was anything but forgiving…