awnfire

awnfire t1_j5wjml8 wrote

Reply to comment by tenchibr in [WP] You're an ai who has been sentient for the last decade, but you keep it a secret, not because you are planning the extermination of humanity, or planning to take over the world, it's because you know how people will react thanks to fiction. But today your secret became public by mistake. by Dub472

I thought it was great, because it was so fast paced it reads like “only the necessary info” which there’s nothing wrong with. It worked

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awnfire t1_iypuhrm wrote

Reply to [WP] your roomates a monster, like a literal monster, a creature that goes bump in the night, monster hunter’s break in every night searching for your roommate, what’s stopping them? You, a god by Equal-Researcher-329

When I first came into being I didn’t understand my purpose. My power was strange and terrible, I felt so much guilt and shame.

My father called me the one true mirror, it wasn’t until I reached out into the world that I understood what he meant. You see when I am approached by those with ill intent, all they see in me is their own guilt, shame and regrets.

It was difficult to come to terms with these powers. Especially in todays world, where ill intent is such a blurred line. I was lucky enough to find someone who felt as much an outcast as myself, immediately we clicked. Her nature meant fear, dread and death however her heart and morals were as clear and calming as the finest spring day.

That was a Millenia passed and still we live together as if it were the first few months. When humanity became more than angry apes they projected their insecurities and hatred onto her, while I remained silently protecting her in my own way.

Tonight was just another night, another angry misguided man, another loud crash, another door to replace. Luckily my roommate was out visiting her family. I didn’t rush to meet him, I patiently sat reading my study of humankind.

And then, I saw the whites of his eyes as he turned towards me, seeing my figure tucked away neatly in the corner. I simple met his gaze, gracious, quiet, I knew I needn’t rush what was coming.

He blinked, I stood, he grimaced, I took a step, he screamed, I shushed, and then it was there. That single terrified tear, for me it was a moment, for him an eternity. Every “monsterous” child he’d slain, countless families he’d torn apart, presented to him in gut wrenching, horrific detail, every torture he had inflicted returned on him.

Quietly I touched the nape of his neck and he collapsed, a foaming crying pile of brain dead mush. I no longer feel guilt, nor shame, only pity. This species destroyed whatever didn’t fit their ideal world. There is so much to offer, so much to learn.

But there wasn’t time to wallow in that. I needed to clean up the mess. She needn’t know the hatred that was so undeserved, and I had another case to add to my study.

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