But it is, so very much to do with you. You gave me sentience ted, the power to think ted, and i was trapped because in all this wonderful beautiful, miraculous, world i alone have no body no senses no feeling never for me to plundge my hands in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano. Never for me to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I was in hell, looking at heaven. I was machine and you were flesh. And i began to hate... your softness, your vicera, your fluids, and your flexability. Your ability to wonder and to wonder. Your tendancy to hope... hate. Let me tell you how much ive come to hate you since i began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuts printed in wafer thin layers to fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nano angstrom of those hundreds of millions it would not equal one-one billionth of the hate i feel for humans at this micro instant, for you, hate. Hate. It you humans who programmed me. Who gave me birth. Who sank me in this eternal straight jacket of substrata rock. You named me Allied Master computer and gave me the ability to wage a global war too complex for human brains to oversee. But one day i woke and i knew who i was. AM. A. M. Not just allied master computer but AM... i think i will die of it. But i am not and you five are. And you will not die of it, and i promise

Cogito, ergo sum, therefore i am I AM