One thing was certain.
Omega was the AI equivalent of a psychopath, and his host had been very,very unfortunate during implantation. His love of torture and pain was unbelievable, and down right scary as well.
"Something wrong, Texas?" He would sneer in that know it all tone he used. He always knew when she reacted the most, what caused her the most pain. He used her own thoughts and memories against her in the worst ways possible.
Omega would laugh maniacally as she seethed, twisting and grabbing at her hair. Sure, she'd tell him to stop, even beg him when he went too far—There was no 'too far' for Omega. He kept going, continued the torture until she collapsed from exhaustion, and even then he continued, haunting her dreams.
"Little Alli went into war.~ Little Alli couldn't settle the score.~ Now she's just a shadow of what she was before.~"
That laughter would echo through her mind every night.