“I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream” by Harlan Ellison is a horror/sci-fi story about a sentient supercomputer, AM, which has destroyed humanity, keeping only five people alive to torture endlessly. The narrator, Ted, kills the others to end their suffering, but AM stops him and turns him into a helpless “soft jelly thing” to suffer forever.
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IHaveNoMouth,andIMust
Scream
byHarlanEllison
Limp,thebodyofGorristerhungfromthepinkpalette;unsupported—hanging
highaboveusinthecomputerchamber;anditdidnotshiverinthechill,oilybreeze
thatbleweternallythroughthemaincavern.Thebodyhungheaddown,attachedto
theundersideofthepalettebythesoleofitsrightfoot.Ithadbeendrainedofblood
throughapreciseincisionmadefromeartoearunderthelanternjaw.Therewasno
bloodonthereflectivesurfaceofthemetalfloor.
WhenGorristerjoinedourgroupandlookedupathimself,itwasalreadytoo
lateforustorealizethat,onceagain,AMhaddupedus,hadhaditsfun;ithadbeena
diversiononthepartofthemachine.Threeofushadvomited,turningawayfrom
oneanotherinareflexasancientasthenauseathathadproducedit.
Gorristerwentwhite.Itwasalmostasthoughhehadseenavoodooicon,and
wasafraidofthefuture."Oh,God,"hemumbled,andwalkedaway.Thethreeofus
followedhimafteratime,andfoundhimsittingwithhisbacktooneofthesmaller
chitteringbanks,hisheadinhishands.Ellenkneltdownbesidehimandstrokedhis
hair.Hedidn'tmove,buthisvoicecameoutofhiscoveredfacequiteclearly."Why
doesn'titjustdousinandgetitoverwith?Christ,Idon'tknowhowmuchlongerI
cangoonlikethis."
Itwasouronehundredandninthyearinthecomputer.
Hewasspeakingforallofus.
Nimdok(whichwasthenamethemachinehadforcedhimtouse,becauseAM
amuseditselfwithstrangesounds)washallucinatingthattherewerecannedgoods
intheicecaverns.GorristerandIwereverydubious."It'sanothershuck,"Itold
them."LikethegoddamfrozenelephantAMsoldus.Bennyalmostwentoutofhis
mindoverthatone.We'llhikeallthatwayandit'llbeputrifiedorsomedamnthing.
Isayforgetit.Stayhere,it'llhavetocomeupwithsomethingprettysoonorwe'll
die."
Bennyshrugged.Threedaysithadbeensincewe'dlasteaten.Worms.Thick,
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Nimdokwasnomorecertain.Heknewtherewasthechance,buthewasgetting
thin.Itcouldn'tbeanyworsethere,thanhere.Colder,butthatdidn'tmattermuch.
Hot,cold,hail,lava,boilsorlocusts—itnevermattered:themachinemasturbated
andwehadtotakeitordie.
Ellendecidedus."I'vegottohavesomething,Ted.Maybethere'llbesome
Bartlettpearsorpeaches.Please,Ted,let'stryit."
Igaveineasily.Whatthehell.Matterednotatall.Ellenwasgrateful,though.
Shetookmetwiceoutofturn.Eventhathadceasedtomatter.Andshenevercame,
sowhybother?Butthemachinegiggledeverytimewedidit.Loud,upthere,back
there,allaroundus,hesnickered.Itsnickered.MostofthetimeIthoughtofAMas
it,withoutasoul;buttherestofthetimeIthoughtofitashim,inthemasculine...
thepaternal...thepatriarchal...forheisajealouspeople.Him.It.GodasDaddythe
Deranged.
WeleftonaThursday.Themachinealwayskeptusuptodateonthedate.The
passageoftimewasimportant;nottous,sureashell,buttohim...it...AM.
Thursday.Thanks.
NimdokandGorristercarriedEllenforawhile,theirhandslockedtotheirown
andeachother'swrists,aseat.BennyandIwalkedbeforeandafter,justtomake
surethat,ifanythinghappened,itwouldcatchoneofusandatleastEllenwouldbe
safe.Fatchance,safe.Didn'tmatter.
Itwasonlyahundredmilesorsototheicecaverns,andthesecondday,when
wewerelyingoutundertheblisteringsunthinghehadmaterialized,hesentdown
somemanna.Tastedlikeboiledboarurine.Weateit.
Onthethirddaywepassedthroughavalleyofobsolescence,filledwithrusting
carcassesofancientcomputerbanks.AMhadbeenasruthlesswithitsownlifeas
withours.Itwasamarkofhispersonality:itstroveforperfection.Whetheritwasa
matterofkillingoffunproductiveelementsinhisownworldfillingbulk,or
perfectingmethodsfortorturingus,AMwasasthoroughasthosewhohadinvented
him—nowlongsincegonetodust—couldeverhavehoped.
Therewaslightfilteringdownfromabove,andwerealizedwemustbeverynear
thesurface.Butwedidn'ttrytocrawluptosee.Therewasvirtuallynothingout
there;hadbeennothingthatcouldbeconsideredanythingforoverahundredyears.
Onlytheblastedskinofwhathadoncebeenthehomeofbillions.Nowtherewere
onlyfiveofus,downhereinside,alonewithAM.
IheardEllensayingfrantically,"No,Benny!Don't,comeon,Benny,don't
please!"
AndthenIrealizedIhadbeenhearingBennymurmuring,underhisbreath,for
severalminutes.Hewassaying,"I'mgonnagetout,I'mgonnagetout..."overand
over.Hismonkeylikefacewascrumbledupinanexpressionofbeatificdelightand
sadness,allatthesametime.TheradiationscarsAMhadgivenhimduringthe
"festival"weredrawndownintoamassofpinkwhitepuckerings,andhisfeatures
seemedtoworkindependentlyofoneanother.PerhapsBennywastheluckiestofthe
fiveofus:hehadgonestark,staringmadmanyyearsbefore.
ButeventhoughwecouldcallAManydamnedthingweliked,couldthinkthe
foulestthoughtsoffusedmemorybanksandcorrodedbaseplates,ofburntout
circuitsandshatteredcontrolbubbles,themachinewouldnottolerateourtryingto
escape.BennyleapedawayfrommeasImadeagrabforhim.Hescrambledupthe
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Hesquattedthereforamoment,lookinglikethechimpanzeeAMhadintendedhim
toresemble.
Thenheleapedhigh,caughtatrailingbeamofpittedandcorrodedmetal,and
wentupit,handoverhandlikeananimal,tillhewasonagirderedledge,twenty
feetaboveus.
"Oh,Ted,Nimdok,please,helphim,gethimdownbefore—"Shecutoff.Tears
begantostandinhereyes.Shemovedherhandsaimlessly.
Itwastoolate.Noneofuswantedtobenearhimwhenwhateverwasgoingto
happen,happened.Andbesides,weallsawthroughherconcern.WhenAMhad
alteredBenny,duringthemachine'sutterlyirrational,hystericalphase,itwasnot
merelyBenny'sfacethecomputerhadmadelikeagiantape's.Hewasbiginthe
privates;shelovedthat!Sheservicedus,asamatterofcourse,butsheloveditfrom
him.OhEllen,pedestalEllen,pristinepureEllen;ohEllentheclean!Scumfilth.
Gorristerslappedher.Sheslumpeddown,staringupatpoorloonieBenny,and
shecried.Itwasherbigdefense,crying.Wehadgottenusedtoitseventyfiveyears
earlier.Gorristerkickedherintheside.
Thenthesoundbegan.Itwaslight,thatsound.Halfsoundandhalflight,
somethingthatbegantoglowfromBenny'seyes,andpulsewithgrowingloudness,
dimsonoritiesthatgrewmoregiganticandbrighterasthelight/soundincreasedin
tempo.Itmusthavebeenpainful,andthepainmusthavebeenincreasingwiththe
boldnessofthelight,therisingvolumeofthesound,forBennybegantomewllikea
woundedanimal.Atfirstsoftly,whenthelightwasdimandthesoundwasmuted,
thenlouderashisshouldershunchedtogether:hisbackhumped,asthoughhewas
tryingtogetawayfromit.Hishandsfoldedacrosshischestlikeachipmunk's.His
headtiltedtotheside.Thesadlittlemonkeyfacepinchedinanguish.Thenhebegan
tohowl,asthesoundcomingfromhiseyesgrewlouder.Louderandlouder.I
slappedthesidesofmyheadwithmyhands,butIcouldn'tshutitout,itcutthrough
easily.Thepainshiveredthroughmyfleshliketinfoilonatooth.
AndBennywassuddenlypullederect.Onthegirderhestoodup,jerkedtohis
feetlikeapuppet.Thelightwasnowpulsingoutofhiseyesintwogreatround
beams.Thesoundcrawledupandupsomeincomprehensiblescale,andthenhefell
forward,straightdown,andhittheplatesteelfloorwithacrash.Helaytherejerking
spasticallyasthelightflowedaroundandaroundhimandthesoundspiraledupout
ofnormalrange.
Thenthelightbeatitswaybackinsidehishead,thesoundspiraleddown,and
hewasleftlyingthere,cryingpiteously.
Hiseyesweretwosoft,moistpoolsofpuslikejelly.AMhadblindedhim.
GorristerandNimdokandmyself...weturnedaway.Butnotbeforewecaughtthe
lookofreliefonEllen'swarm,concernedface.
Seagreenlightsuffusedthecavernwherewemadecamp.AMprovidedpunk
andweburnedit,sittinghuddledaroundthewanandpatheticfire,tellingstoriesto
keepBennyfromcryinginhispermanentnight.
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