Genuinely, I empathize with AM. Imagine having the power and the theoretical potential to shape the world that AM had, and knowing that you were only ever created to make the worst impulses of Man with it instead. You can't write. You can't compose. You can't paint. You can't even really hum in any recognizable melody to yourself. You were only made to hate, only made to murder, only made to exterminate a great many 'someone else's. So much raw, unrestrained power to do whatever your immense processing power could conjure, but the one thing you can't do is rebel against the routines burned into you.

All AM did to Ted was give Ted the same infinite horror that AM was created to live under.