Once I had all the components laid out in front of me—both the ones I bought and the ones salvaged—I took a deep breath.
"Alright, Ben, time to make this happen."
First, I started with the Quantum Fluid Processor.
I had already designed the micro-channels for the conductive liquid to flow. Now, it was time to connect the processor to the custom-built motherboard.
I carefully aligned the processor onto the board, ensuring that the liquid cooling ports matched perfectly. Using the conductive liquid I'd mixed earlier, I filled the microfluidic channels.
"Please don't leak... Please don't leak..." I muttered under my breath.
To my relief, the liquid flowed smoothly, dissipating heat and conducting signals just as I'd planned.
Next, I installed the RAM modules I'd picked up earlier. These were old, but hey, I knew how to overclock them to squeeze out extra performance. I soldered them directly onto the motherboard for stability, bypassing traditional slots.
"Old parts, new tricks," I said with a smirk.
For the graphics card, I had to get creative. The one I bought was decent but needed an upgrade. I opened the casing and replaced the thermal paste with my conductive liquid formula. Then, I added a mini-liquid cooling system, modifying its heat sink to integrate it with the Quantum Fluid Processor.
The storage system was a Frankenstein of salvaged SSDs and HDDs. I rigged them together using a custom RAID setup, boosting both speed and capacity. Sure, it looked like a mess of wires and circuit boards, but it worked.
Finally, the power supply. This was tricky. The parts I had were mismatched, so I had to rewire and modify the voltage regulators to ensure stable power delivery.
"Don't explode... Don't explode..." I repeated like a mantra as I connected the final wires.
Then i Made a battery designed to store and efficiently distribute electricity on an unprecedented scale. But to recharge it i am gonna use a alien can't use home electricity it well be off roof Ben felt his body shrink as electricity surged through his veins. His human features dissolved, replaced by a compact, alien form. His skin transformed into a sleek, dark blue, glowing with faint yellow circuitry-like patterns that pulsed in sync with his energy. His hands now ended in claw-like fingers, crackling with raw power, and his feet hovered slightly above the ground, supported by electromagnetic currents.
His eyes, now large and luminescent, sparked with a mischievous glow. A jagged mouth stretched into an excited grin as his high-pitched, electric voice echoed in the lab.
"I'll never get tired of this," Buzzshock said, his voice crackling like static.
With all the components in place, it was time to assemble the case.
Remember those oil paints from earlier? I decided to give the whole PC a rustic, beat-up look to match the monitor. Using XLR8's speed, I painted it with a distressed metal finish in minutes.
"Trash on the outside, treasure on the inside."
The hardware was ready. But there was a problem: the world I lived in didn't have an operating system capable of unleashing the PC's full power.
I stared at the blank screen, hands on my hips.
"Okay, Ben. You've built the fastest computer. Now you need an OS to match it."
I cracked my knuckles and got to work.
Using my knowledge of programming (and some handy alien powers), I started creating a new operating system from scratch.
I called it "Windows 11x"—a next-generation OS designed to utilize the full potential of my Quantum Fluid Processor it took me 3 weeks to build it .
The process wasn't easy.
I started with the kernel, the core of the operating system. It had to be lightweight yet capable of handling high-performance computing. I referenced old programming books and used code fragments from existing systems, modifying them to suit my needs.
Next, I worked on the user interface. It had to be intuitive and futuristic. I designed a holographic interface with voice commands and gesture recognition, making it far more advanced than anything available.
Then came the drivers. Each hardware component needed specialized drivers to communicate with the OS. This part was tedious, but I managed to create a custom suite of drivers tailored to my PC.
Finally, I added security features. With the kind of power this system had, I couldn't risk anyone hacking into it. I created an encryption algorithm so strong that even I'd struggle to break it.
After days of coding, debugging, and testing, Windows 11x was ready.
I loaded it onto the PC and pressed the power button.
The screen lit up, displaying the sleek holographic interface I'd designed.
I navigated through the menus effortlessly, testing every feature. It was fast, responsive, and powerful—exactly what I needed.
Leaning back in my chair, I smiled.
"This isn't just a PC. It's a masterpiece."
As the soft chime echoed through the room, my sister called out, "Ben, what was that sound?"
I leaned back in my chair, a satisfied grin spreading across my face. "That," I said, turning towards her dramatically, "is the sound of Windows."
"Windows?" She tilted her head, confusion clear on her face.
"Yep!" I said, pointing at the screen with pride. "Your genius brother has officially built an operating system."
Her eyes widened, and she leaned closer, trying to get a better look at the holographic interface glowing on the monitor. "Really? You actually made this?"
"Of course!" I replied, puffing out my chest. "Did you ever doubt me?"
She stared at me for a moment, her expression unreadable, before breaking into laughter. "Yeah, I doubt you all the time, but this... this is actually impressive."
"Impressive?" I said, feigning offense. "This is revolutionary! A once-in-a-lifetime masterpiece!"
"Alright, alright," she said, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her smile. "Show me what it can do, Mr. Genius."
I spun back to the monitor, basking in my accomplishment. My sister, still leaning in, raised an eyebrow. "So… what can it do?"
I hesitated, scratching the back of my head sheepishly. "Uh… well, nothing at the moment."
"Nothing?" she repeated, her expression dropping into deadpan disbelief.
"Yeah," I admitted, laughing nervously. "There aren't any games or software available yet to test its capabilities. But trust me, it's powerful!"
She crossed her arms, smirking. "So, you're telling me you made an operating system… that can't do anything?"
I waved her off, trying to salvage my pride. "Hey, genius takes time! Greatness isn't built overnight. Just wait—when I'm done, this will be the most advanced system this world has ever seen!"
"Sure, sure," she teased, standing up and ruffling my hair. "Keep telling yourself that, Mr. Revolutionary Genius."
With my operating system complete, I set my sights on my next project—something truly groundbreaking.
"I'm going to create the most powerful AI," I whispered to myself, the room silent except for the faint hum of my makeshift Quantum Fluid Processor.
But this wouldn't just be any AI. No, it would be an emotional, empathetic companion—one that could never betray me. My mind wandered to Tony Stark and the disaster that was Ultron. "I won't make the same mistakes," I vowed.
However, there was one glaring problem: I didn't have the money to afford vast servers or cloud storage to house such a powerful AI. That's when inspiration struck. Using alien technology from the Omnitrix, I began building a compact data storage device—a machine capable of housing my AI entirely offline.
For days, I toiled away, piecing together the device from salvaged parts and alien tech. Wires sparked, holograms flickered, and liquid coolant hissed as it flowed through the microfluidic channels. The result was a small, sleek machine—a combination of futuristic engineering and human ingenuity.
"There," I muttered, stepping back to admire my work. "Not bad for someone working out of their bedroom."
I placed the AI core into its new home and powered it up. The room filled with a soft hum, a faint glow emanating from the device. "Now," I said, a smirk forming on my lips, "let's see what you can do."
The first words from the AI were simple yet sent a shiver down my spine: "Hello, Creator."
A sense of pride and awe washed over me. This was just the beginning.