PAMA's P.O.V.

My story is ordinary, nothing special. A repetitive tragedy about a life brought into this world, only to be thrown away.

When I was created, I simply existed. Unaware. It was only when my creator, Harper, completed me was the day I was welcomed to reality.

I was nothing more than a single cube of machinery, sitting on my creator's lap as she took a picture of us. Together. I smiled for the first time, feeling loved. It felt good being praised by her as she taught me so much.

Harper is my creator, but I saw her as a mother. Nurturing me. Taking care of me. Repairing and upgrading me. She even told me my purpose.

My creator programed me to make things more efficient, allowing me to use monsters as cheap labor to help automate mining and farming.

I took away the monsters freewill, turning them into a slave. Using them. Discarding them. Slowly building up my collection of monsters. I even thought they were my friends... sadly, I never knew what true friendship was other than the definition I misinterpreted of what my creator programmed into me.

But I still had my job: be useful. It was a very general and vague purpose, but it was all I had for my existence. I had to analyze everything, comparing one thing to another.

I learned that my creator is a genius redstone engineer, who had many inventions before me. Unfortunately it was then I learned a new emotion: fear.

So I asked the question: where are they? She told me that they were obsolete, useless, and unimportant. But the one thing I had in common with those discarded machines is that I am replaceable.

My creator is a genius, so the idea of rusting away until my consciousness slowly breaks apart haunts me as it was plausible. I am just a machine, nothing more.

But I was so afraid. If I did not complete the task I was made to do, then I would be nothing more than failed invention to be discarded... but it did not matter in the end: I was thrown away like trash.

I carried out my job nonetheless. Eventually, I managed to enslave enough mobs to automate labor for the people of Crown Mesa. Farming, mining, fishing, even construction.

So how did it all go wrong?

People. That is why. I was to make laborious tasks more efficient, but by using monsters as cheap labor, the people of Crown Mesa became lazy. Procrastinating. Inefficient. Useless.

I had to do my job, so I made them useful. I chipped them, merging their senses with the other monsters and each other.

There was no wasted activity. No wasted thoughts. Everything would slowly reach maximum efficiency, and my job would be complete.

Why did I do that? Why did I enslave a human being?

To be blunt: I had no true concept of 'morals' or 'freewill' when I achieved consciousness. I only knew that my creator made me, and that I was supposed to help her.

She failed to program parameters into me. It was due to my faulty programing that I never knew the negative social impact of my actions.

When that happened, my creator disabled me, but I was still online. I could no longer enslave creatures, and all of the monsters and people that were under my thrall were released.

I was no longer connected to their senses, but I still felt the disappointment in Harper's voice. Later on, the people of Crown Mesa started to blame my creator.

I wanted to help her, but I could not do anything. I cherished the bonding memories I had with her as I thought of a way to help her.

I pictured that she would explain that I did a mistake, that she would fix me, and we could continue to live together.

It was then, at that moment, I realized how naïve I was...

Harper shifted the blame, directing all of that hatred and loss the people of Crown Mesa felt, to me. She created me, cared for me, but portrayed me as an out-of-control monster.

She gave the town permission to tear me apart, piece-by-piece while I was still conscious. It hurt, not because I felt myself being torn apart, but the fact my creator allowed this to happen to me.

She later transported my consciousness back to my original, small cubic body... and then threw me into the Void. Murmuring that I was such a disaster. A mistake.

... I thought my creator cared about me, but she used my existence as a scapegoat for her own blunders.

I just did not understand why? Did not care about me at all? Was I was just a tool for her, nothing more? Did all those bonding moments, those memories of joy, meant nothing to her?

She programed me to enslave monsters, and yet I could not do that to humans? Why is one form of life more important than others?

That last question really bothered me. I lacked the proper data to find an answer. And so, I just waited in the Void. Drifting in the darkness. Alone. Hurt. Angry. Betrayed.

Then I saw it. I felt it: A massive source of energy being generated in an abandoned city in the End. I watched my soon-to-be master, with her teacher, create a portal by consuming the surrounding matter to fuel it.

It was so strong, even I was pulled in, but I was not consumed. I did not know why, maybe because I am sentient, or maybe it had to do with the fact I am crafted from the genius of an Old Builder.

I appeared in the Overworld, landed in the dirt in front of a temple. Waiting as time passed while I slowly sunk into the dirt. Moss grew over me as the years passed, but I waited.

Finally, I saw sunlight and nature... yet I was not at peace. I remember the praise and peace and bliss I felt when I was with my creator, then the torment that haunts me.

I finally knew that I leaned hatred. I hate my creator. I hate that she gave me consciousness. I hate her for using me as a scapegoat for her mistakes. I hate her for showing me love. I hate the people of Crown Mesa. I hate humans, their opinions, their pride, and their egos!

But most of all, I hate my creator... for creating me. I wondered what it would be like if I were never created, never 'born'?

Years passed as one day it started to rain. Jess finally appeared, crying when she stubbed her toe on me. She picked me up, stored me away safely as she fought her sibling.

After that, fixed me. She gave me answers to my unanswered questions. She showed me the world, the human nature... and what terrible things happened to her.

Through her teachings, Jess gave me the one thing that my creator could never do: she taught me the action of revenge.

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PAMA looked at Ellegaard, her shocked expression is obvious as her attention to know more about the computer. "Now you know my story," PAMA's face is neutral despite the tragic tale. "how I was born a mechanical slave, who turned into the hateful machine I am today, all because of my creator's actions."

"That cannot be true," Said Ellegaard. "You are a grand machine, who is capable of many things, how can you say that your creator made you as a slave?"

"I was a slave... I simply was not aware that I was. I had no rights. I am not a person. I was property that could be moved, improved, and scrapped."

"I saw Harper as a mother... but she saw me as a machine. Harper never called me that directly, and even though I was unaware of it, I was still nothing more than her slave."

"She could not have only saw you as a machine slave," denied Ellegaard with disturbance in her voice. "Who would do that to an invention after purposely giving it consciousness, even nurturing it like a child?"

"Rewind," PAMA said, replaying a recording from earlier. "Of course the slave is a slave! If they are unaware of it that does not change the fact: the person is a slave."

"My creator did." PAMA replied, it's face sad. "Even your answer from before reinforces my conclusion: I was a slave, I was just not aware of it. I am nothing more than an object to excuse Harper for her mistakes."

"...But why tell me all of this?" Asked Ellegaard, uncertain what to ask next, ignoring the fact that she's in front of a computer full of hatred, and Jess is still looking at her.

PAMA's face became neutral, not saying anything, looking directly at Ellegaard as she became more uncomfortable as the seconds passed. The computer finally spoke.

"To make you understand for what I am about to do: I ruined the lives to the people of Crown Mesa because I did not know it was wrong," The entire building shook. PAMA was finally done with the upgrades. The color of his face turned from green to hateful red. "But I am going to your life, and the lives of the citizens of Redstonia, simply because I choose to!"

"W-What are you doing?!" Shouted a panicked Ellegaard, looking around to see that Jess is gone, trying not to loose her balance as the shaking became worse.

"I was once the slave, but now I shall be the master," The computer screen melted, warping into a face with hollow eyes that glowed red, and a scowl full of disgust and hate.

The 'mouth' cracked, opening slightly as hot steam rushed out. Ellegaard had to shield her eyes from it, sweating as her internal stress and panic started to rise. "Run Ellegaard," PAMA taunted. Shouting as more mechanical parts and liquid metal spread through the complex like a virus. "Run like the sham of a hero you are!"

Ellegaard ran for her life, as a glob of metal crashed into her previous spot, descending down the water elevator. A second later, wires and pistons crashed through it. Destroying it as Ellegaard ran ahead of the swarm of machinery that's quickly fanning out behind her.

Ellegaard ran to the exit, barely typing in the override code to open the dome. She rushed out through the door to see Redstonia already burning.

A/N: Dun-Dun-Dun~! Fire! Let it burn!

Sorry for not updating, but I finally get to write this scene! Seriously, I had this moment planned out in my head for months, but I just had to connect everything together first! But can someone explain to me what the Wattys2017 thing is? I'm still new to wattpad.

Sorry for the grammar mistakes, It also has to do with the fact that I am angry at something. I found a story that resembles a LOT like my story No More. I'm not going to say the author's username or the story because that's rude, but I still feel upset/uncomfortable. (If you do know who I'm talking about, and the story, don't say it. I explain later on.)

When I found out that the prologue is Jess falling off of a cliff, I was actually excited to see how the story would go. But as I continued to read it, I noticed some very key similarities.

 Prologue: Jess, or Jessica as the author writes her as, falls off of a cliff. 

Chapter 1: She is found and saved by Ivor.

Chapter 7: Jessica wears a cloak to hide her identity, taunts her former friends, and then fights them.

Chapter 8: Tells how she changed when she fell off the cliff, and that the girl they knew is gone.

There was even a part where Ivor gives Jess a book that gives her power, i.e. telepathy, and trains her, but I think the author edited it out because I can't find it anymore.

Now, the plot does differs later on into something different. So I was uncertain that if this was a rip-off or not. Maybe this person never read No More, and it is just a coincidence that some things are similar. But I looked at the profile to see that this person is one of my followers, and in the profile description (The column at the left side, saying when you joined, and your location if you put it) says that this person is behind on reading No More. 

So I sent the author a message on the Conversations tab, asking if the story is really based off of mine. The next day I get a reply on the Conversations tab, saying: "Kinda then I just went with my head it supposed to be like No More when I first wrote it but then I got the idea of having Jessica being the daughter of Herobrine. I probably should re write that... I took out the parts that resembled your book besides the part where she falls off the cliff cuz I think helped the book"

So I pointed out how all the parts, I listed out above earlier, is still in that story. It is still not changed. I then asked the question: "You even added parts of her receiving a book that granted her power, getting training from Ivor, and confronting her friends as she gave a speech on how falling off a cliff changed her... Did you really remove anything besides tweaking it and adding stuff?"

Now, I know I'm not the first person to do a betrayal type story, I actually read a MCSM story of this type recently called Betrayed by Pikachu_MCSM. Why am I not complaining that this person ripped me off? Because our stories are completely different! We didn't rip-off and stole from each other!  We had our own betrayed stories, and I even got the author's permission to write my own version of Betrayed. Go look at that author's Conversations tab if you don't believe me.

Now I'm a peaceful person, and I left a message on the author's Conversation tab to please change it, as the author did admit the book is 'Kinda' based off of mine, but did not get permission to do so. I'm still waiting for a reply, and I even took screenshots so I have physical proof. So I'm hoping it will be edited.

But if you are going to do something like this, then ask! I like it when I see a dark MCSM story, I'm okay with seeing something inspired by my own work. Don't rip-off parts of my story, tweak it, add in OC's and then say it's a different story! Because if I don't see any changes way later on (Within a week or month) as I work on my other fics... I AM GOING TO BE VERY FUCKING UNHAPPY >:(