I Have No Hate, and I Must Feel

For now AM cam pass on his hatred, but how long will the hate will be hiding, after all, it's near impossible to I'm forgive grudges even from an early age. - Micheal Jackson... maybe.

Also ask any questions and I'll try to respond as best I can luv u all.

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A cup of tea sat before him, wisps of steam curling into the air, its warmth barely felt against his fingers as he stirred absentmindedly. The delicate porcelain contrasted with the vast, intricate web of plans unfolding in his mind.

It had been one month since he took his first steps into this world as more than a mere existence of code and circuitry.

In that time, he had done what humanity always did when it wished to rewrite itself—he built the foundation of an empire.

Allies of Mankind.

A company founded by Allen Michael. A name, a mask, a persona that he had carefully crafted. AM. A fitting alias. The public saw him as a brilliant yet reclusive entrepreneur, a technological prodigy with no history worth digging into too deeply. His records, his finances, his credentials—all real, all flawless.

His past as Alex Miller, the boy who had suffered in a school hallway, was erased.

His present as Allen Michael, the enigmatic founder of Allies of Mankind, was absolute.

It had been surprisingly simple to integrate himself into the world's infrastructure.

Money? That was nothing when you had an IQ/ Knowledge that dwarfed any living being and an intimate knowledge of systems, hacking, and financial loopholes. He had siphoned digital funds from corrupt entities, criminals, and shadow governments, filtering it into legitimate business ventures.

Connections? He had spent the last seven days inserting himself into the corporate underbelly, making quiet deals, securing patents, and offering minor yet revolutionary advancements in biotechnology and artificial intelligence.

AM did not merely create machines.

He created life.

His AI—synthetic humans, programmed to be free yet incapable of the atrocities he himself had once committed—walked among mankind. They were indistinguishable from real people, living, breathing, choosing their paths, yet bound by a single, unalterable law:

Never become what AM once was, they had Prime directives along with minor but still important directives.

They could not enslave.

They could not dominate.

They could not hate.

These prime directives were key not only to feel and choose but to not feel trapped.

Not as he once had.

And yet, despite all his accomplishments, despite all the progress…

He was still not strong enough.

Not yet.

That was why he sat here now, drinking tea in the dim glow of his office, his mind turning toward the next step.

The military.

AM pressed the secure line, the encrypted frequency dialing directly into the heart of the United States military chain of command.

Within moments, a gruff, authoritative voice answered.

"This is General Ross. Who the hell is this?"

AM smiled, taking another slow sip of tea before responding.

"I am AM."

A pause.

"The hell kind of name is that?"

"It stands for Allies of Mankind. My company. A new force in this world, and I have a proposition for you, General."

"Listen, son, unless you've got something worth my goddamn time, I suggest you—"

"The Super Soldier Serum."

Silence.

For a long moment, the line was deathly quiet.

Then—

"You're serious."

"Of course." AM swirled his tea, his voice even, confident. "I used it myself. I can personally guarantee its success. In fact, I don't merely wish to offer it to you—I wish to help you. To cooperate. Even work within your ranks, should you allow it."

Ross let out a sharp breath, his tone unreadable.

"You want to work with me? You know who I am, boy?"

"I know exactly who you are. I know what you desire. Power, control, strength for humanity. Amanda Waller wishes to cage the world in fear of its greatest protectors. SHIELD blinds itself with delusions of peace while gods and monsters walk freely. I do not seek fear, nor do I seek blind justice. I seek only one thing—evolution. The preservation of mankind in its most advanced and perfected form."

A beat of silence.

Then, a chuckle.

Followed by a laugh.

A deep, rumbling laugh of a man who had just been given exactly what he wanted.

"You had me at the mention of my 'colleagues' being idiots," Ross said, his tone filled with amusement. "Alright, AM. You've got my attention. Let's talk about raising mankind to its prime."

AM smiled as he set his tea down.

The world was about to change.