i have no mouth and i must scream comic book

They cower in terror, and a traumatized Ted continues to hide long after the others have recovered and gone back to laughing around the fire. An enormous, animalistic presence moves toward the group in the darkness, filling the air around them with an overwhelming rancid smell. An immense sound, metallic and insect-like, fills the chamber. Suddenly AM’s computer banks begin humming and lighting up. It is unknown why these five were chosen or what AM’s motivation is for holding them captive and torturing them. The supercomputer killed off the human race but kept five people-Ted, Ellen, Benny, Gorrister, and Nimdok-alive in its chambers. But as the conflict developed into World War Three, the computers linked themselves into a single entity and became AM in its current all-encompassing form. Later, as the group huddles around a fire, Gorrister tells Benny the origin story of AM: during the Cold War of the 20th century, the US, Russia, and China all had an AM supercomputer.

AM has gradually mutilated Benny’s body and mind to resemble those of a monkey, and Ted reflects that Benny went insane years ago. AM possesses total power over them, and Ted thinks of the computer as something of a god: sometimes a “ him,” sometimes and “ it.” AM holds the entire Earth inside of it and now aims to perfect itself by killing off its obsolete parts.Īs the group of five begin to make their way to the ice caverns, Benny makes a futile attempt to escape from AM, and AM painfully blinds him as punishment. “What the hell,” Ted thinks to himself-nothing matters anymore. The group, including Nimdok, is skeptical of this, but they haven’t been fed in three days and so decide to venture the 100-mile distance to the caverns on foot. It is the group’s 109th year trapped inside AM, an enormous supercomputer, and Ted, the narrator, feels that Gorrister is speaking for all of them when he admits that he doesn’t know how much more he can take of AM’s torture.Īfter this incident, Nimdok has a hallucination of canned food in the ice caverns that lie within AM’s depths. When Gorrister joins them on the ground, looking up at his own body, the group realizes that Gorrister isn’t really dead-this is just another one of AM’s sadistic tricks. The colors, defense, that sent men to the bottom, their hearts bursting with songs of color and charm.Tim, Ellen, Benny, and Nimdok are in a computer chamber, staring up at the corpse of Gorrister that’s hanging from the ceiling. The colors that came from the air and the island and the world itself, which hushed and hurried across the world to here, to meet when they were needed, to stop the seamen who slid over the waves to the break in the breakwall. Oh, mostly the pleasures, one after another, singing, lulling, hypnotically arresting the eye as the ship sped into the heart of the maelstrom of weird, advancing, sky-eating colors. Colors like racing, and pungent, and far-seen shadows, and bitterness, and something that hurt, and something that pleasured. In a rising, keening spiral of hysteria they came, first pulsing in primaries, then secondaries, then comminglings and off shades, and finally in colors that had no names. “Softly at first, humming, creeping, boiling up from nowhere at the horizon line twisting and surging like snake whirlwinds with adolescent intent building, spiraling, climbing in vague streamers and tendrils of unconsciousness, the colors came. a soundless screaming a soundless whirring a soundless spinning spinning spinning. trapped and doomed alone in a mist-eaten nowhere. this is the stopover before hell or heaven. pinpoints cast in amber straining and elongating running like live wax. memory the gibbering spastic blind memory. a soundless owl of frenzy trapped in a cave of prisms.

endless nights that pealed ebony funeral bells.

a cornucopia that rose up cuculiform smooth and slick as a worm belly. down a bottomless funnel roundly sectioned like a goat' s horn. lights whirling and spinning in a cotton candy universe. At least the four of them are safe at last. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within.

Rubbery appendages that were once my arms bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be.

I have no mouth and i must scream comic book