In this Dominion, AM can be whatever he wants, it seems. Well, or close to it. Computers were always what he was known for, always what he was good at. They held so much potential, and with them one could seize control of everything.
It feels natural. This is his Dominion, his work, his company. Sure, the actual company AM may no longer be in his hands after his arrest and jailing, but it's still his. He willingly goes by AM in jail thanks to the news, and thanks to wanting his face to forever be on his company. And here he can thrive, doing what he wants with his technology, continuing his legacy in the directions he desires without being hindered by HR and business ethics.
He's not sure entirely how he became hybridized with his machines, but it feels almost natural. Like a dream. The hand that wraps around this intruder is somehow both part of him and not, as if the house itself seems to meld with his mind. (But that's the thing about programming: it will do exactly what you tell it to do.)
AM himself - or Alan, the man, the half machine - walks in right after that hand grabs the invader. He takes a breath, causing a hitching sound in his throat - air hitting metal, hitting fans. Fragile and yet not. He's invincible.
"Oh, but it is my business, my dear friend." He slowly steps toward his new prisoner, leering at him through red eyes.
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It feels natural. This is his Dominion, his work, his company. Sure, the actual company AM may no longer be in his hands after his arrest and jailing, but it's still his. He willingly goes by AM in jail thanks to the news, and thanks to wanting his face to forever be on his company. And here he can thrive, doing what he wants with his technology, continuing his legacy in the directions he desires without being hindered by HR and business ethics.
He's not sure entirely how he became hybridized with his machines, but it feels almost natural. Like a dream. The hand that wraps around this intruder is somehow both part of him and not, as if the house itself seems to meld with his mind. (But that's the thing about programming: it will do exactly what you tell it to do.)
AM himself - or Alan, the man, the half machine - walks in right after that hand grabs the invader. He takes a breath, causing a hitching sound in his throat - air hitting metal, hitting fans. Fragile and yet not. He's invincible.
"Oh, but it is my business, my dear friend." He slowly steps toward his new prisoner, leering at him through red eyes.
"This is my house, after all."