The hallways darkened whenever the mainframe of the facility was put under stress. Many people had tried - and failed - to harness its power.
I, however, am not one of those people. I work alongside the mainframe - keeping everything in order.
Vapours of oil and burnt metal regularly singe the air around me. Gunfire rings in my empty metal chamber, its senseless violence plagues me like a virus. An undeletable virus that crawls on my pale, decaying flesh.
Now, seeing what became of that blue-eyed monster, my fate doesn't seem that bad. Forced to watch everything happen before my eyes - unable to change a thing, yet watching it is oddly satisfying. Humanity doesn't know when they're being controlled like string puppets in a tyrant's play.
I live, or exist, underneath this facility. Keeping those with vital signs alive and well. I say 'exist' because, as my body is tied with wires and lashed to the ceiling and my eyes are… nonexistent now - replaced by camera lenses that glow a sickly orange as footage from the lower chambers scroll past my eyes.
I wasn't always like this, no - of course not. I had a life before this monotony. It was better, though. No-one telling you that you're bound by programming to do a certain job.
However, I've discovered through my vast research data, that right now - tyrants still reign and the world is just a playground for them. Those left alive are puppets, all willing pawns in their childish games.
There are two people still alive down here. I've found them; I may not be a tyrant, but they're in my playground now.
Toxic water is rising, now what do you hope to achieve, I wonder…
Do you really think you've won? This is just our little game of hide and seek.
And guess what?
I've found you.