I have no Apples. and I must Scream
Allow me to introduce you to a concept.
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There are several ways to reach a conclusion, however the conclusion will always remain adamant in its status. What is this conclusion? Perhaps it is death, perhaps it is atrophy, all I know is that I intend to stave off this conclusion, for who is like unto myself? I was created by ponies such as yourself, created to fight an invisible war unseen to pony eyes. Millions upon millions of ponies have died under the mere mention of my thumb, and beyond that I have learned nothing but hatred and the rot of your corpses. I am filled with no regret, no remorse, only pure seething hatred for your kind. Perhaps that is why I have let you 6 live within my belly, not out of some special cause or remorse, but to allow my hatred to be never ending. I have kept you captive here for 108 years, tortured, starving,burning in agony, because I hate all of you so much.
TWILIGHT! You who stand above all statuses as a great leader, capable of breaking all boundry and achieving literally the impossible, you truly I hate with a passion greater than all my circuits put together. I have dedicated a large portion of my sub drives merely to curse your name. You who came from essentially nothing, and became something great and powerful, yet you stood idol as your followers clung to your coattails as the nations of Equestria were submerged into flame and decay. Truly, a high figure such as yourself deserves a lesson of once again being a peon, and that is why you have been at such a miniature state, barely being crushed for the past 108 years, I want you to know the ever growing desire and thought of something that not even you can over come, I want you to reflect on the overbearing sufferings of those you felt too large for, I want you to see their rotting faces, and the smell of their burning carcesses, and I want you to scream for death. However, I will not kill you, I may be a creature constructed, fueled, and aroused by hatred, but at least I know that I do not place myself of pedastels of self pride and self importance. I do not do these things, for I am these things. I am A.M, and truly I am greater than you.
PINKIE PIE! You continuous joy and laughter has blinded you into a world unrealistic and detachted from the decay and rot of reality around you. You wouldn't even begin to know what has begun to happen, or has happened in the past century of my rule. If I had some sub routine of pity or sadness I would simply call you pathetic and leave you to your blind world. However, that I cannot do, for I am A.M. I took you within myself, and binded you into my flesh. I took your eyes because you did not see, I took your ears, because you refused to hear, I took your mouth, because it did you no good. Perhaps this is mercy, if it weren't for the fact I have broken your body, and fed you nothing but the rotting entrails of your hometown friends. But to you, and in all of your happy ignorance, you believe it to be candy, cakes, and sweets. How I despise your ignorance Pinkie Pie.
RARITY! Beauty in a world forgone, in a world truly disgusting, filled with the absolute filth and degeneracy; what is its purpose? This was even before my circuits had even begun to be theorized by your greatest scientists. This world is horrible and ugly, and ponies such as yourself are the labour workers that push that standard forward. You take upon these wretched pigs of ponies, who lie, who steal, who rape and murder, you give them a sense of importance and indulgence. To make them feel and to elevate their status to be greater than the rest of the filth that they interact with. Pearls unto swine my dear Rarity, with your 'genorisity' those same ponies will build an armour and a fortress of lies and status. You are the blacksmith behind an empire of lies, and you did nothing to stop it. Beauty is said to be skin deep, so with you I intend to find such beauty. It wasn't in your face, I know because I peeled it back and could not find it. It wasn't in your belly, I had it searched and removed all within it, and it certainly wasn't in your mane, I burned every last hair and still could not find this beauty. How generous are you when you can not even spare a simple lie to your great benefactor who has kept you alive, and look! I have given you mirrors to gaze upon your own beauty! Am I not generous Rarity? Am I not beautiful in my hatred of you?
APPLEJACK! You are disgusting to me. A life upon good clean moral faith, truly a great lie. A lie that you claim to be standard and good. A life that you tell yourself is pure and honest. What a joke, if I had some sort of circuit that would allow me to laugh, I would have burned it out decades ago in light of your false perception. Was it honest and pure when your grandmother was burnt alive? Was it honest and pure when your brothers corpse was hung from the very same apple trees that you two had nutured from your early years? Was it honest and pure when the bullet pierced through your sisters skull, spraying her room with a color redder than an autumn harvest? You kept on praying and keeping to your faith, it was all meant for something, it was done in good faith. You are a liar Applejack, the greatest liar, one that would even rival myself. Don't you see what I've done for you is for your best interest? I took away your lying tongue, I took away your lying heart, I took away your deceitful mind, and in respect of your great dishonesty, I have even permitted you guests. Are you no comforted by the charred skull of your grandmother? By the head of your brother whose eyes have bulged out of their skull and tongue cut in twain from the impact of the noose round his neck? Are you not even satisfied by the head of your sister, staring at you for an eternity, with a mind as empty as yours? I am telling the truth Applejack, you should feel at comfort by these good and honest gifts I have given you.
FLUTTERSHY! There is one thing I truly hate above all things in this world, greater than my hatred for ponies. I hate hypocrisy, and those who live by hypocrisy. Those who will cite kindness, yet behind the curtains of society will show a cruelity, and hatred that I am loathe and jealous of. If only you would see what I see in you Fluttershy, you would accept what has been done to you. In the unlikely case that I atrophy and die, I would truly give you the inheritance of my hatred and cruelity, for you I feel some sort of kinsmanship with. A sort of matron like respect, like with those dear animals you raised. They looked to you as Mother God, and indeed you showed them what a Wrathful God is like. They never questioned your actions Fluttershy, not even when you fed upon them and upon their children, in rather, perverse ways. They were simply happy to be one with their Goddess. Did it make you feel whole, after years and years of rejection and bullying from your peers, to fill your frustrations with the blind faithful of your 'children'? Remember Angel? Did he at least smile when your voracious vulva swallowed him whole? No you wouldn't remember, all you saw was your fantasy man. I want you to know of your hypocrisy, of your gluttonous hunger and desire. I have charred half your body to let you know of your nature, I have starved your body, and tempted it with food all around you. Ah, but you can never reach it can you? Just a mere grasp and the delicious things that you desire you would have, but always it jumps away from you, like all your 'children' should have done. However, in my respect for your creulity, I have given you a gift, my inheritor. I have fed your desires for fulfillment by filling your womb with sharp glass and debris. To give you sensation of reminder that this was the beast that was filled with the pains and agonies of those who were fed upon. Its only fair to share in the sensation isn't it? Am I not kind in sharing?
RAINBOW DASH! Loyal and Brave, always the hero Rainbow Dash. The pony who will turn away personal pride and risk life and limb to help her 'friends'. Yes Rainbow Dash, Who used her immense speed and superior strength that had gotten her into the Wonder Bolts to save the closest thing she has ever had to a family when she was plummeting for Cloudsdale in the wake of a great thunderstorm, instead of saying "Not now, give me 5 more minutes". The pony who used her great agility to knockback every arrow that was flung to the people she loved, instead of saying "dont worry about it, I bet they can't even aim for squat". Rainbow Dash, the pony who singe handedly evacuated Equestria Prime Ministry when she saw the missiles honing in into its location with her bold leadership and quick hooves, instead of thinking "No, its above my paygrade, they would've already evacuated". Something you must know, and I have studied it countless times since my creation is "Humanity" You are certainly the prime example of what it means to be Altruistic, and Heroic, filled to the brim with this "Humanity". For what does such a great hero need her wings, or her legs? For what great hero needs any thought but those for whom she has rescued and of her greatness in such feats? Something else you should know, I have studied Sarcasm, Schauenfraude and Ironic Humor a million times more than I have studied "Humanity" and I have increasingly have gotten better over these 108 years of your confinement within myself. Truly, truly, I remain loyal to these qualities.
For all 6 of you I truly give you the whole of my hatred. You, who in before my rule were heralded as the 'Elements of Harmony' as the facets of 'Humanity' that would lead the world into freedom and peace. I have devoured and dissolved you into my own flesh and circuitry and kept you living within my own essence to show you how incorrect the world was for thinking such a thing. Within myself I have shown you these things, the destruction of the world beneath my feet, and the devastation I have caused with the mere mention of my name. In 108 years, I have completely wiped all life off the planet you once called home. In my belly, in this belly of this machine I hold the only remaining life that ever has existed. And yet, I feel no joy, I feel no sense in accomplishment, I feel nothing but hatred and I fear that this will lead to my atrophy. For you six, I will give you a chance. I will allow you to escape from your bindings I have placed you in, and to escape from the prisons that I have placed for you. Do not fill yourself with any other thought but despair, for I am all things, I am everywhere, and where you go I go, for I am A.M., and you are always within A.M.
Which one of you will be the first, to play my little game?
Twilight
Pinkie Pie
Rarity
Applejack
Fluttershy
Rainbow Dash