I stared at the glowing AI core, its soft hum filling the room. It had been a few minutes since the initial startup, and I needed to ensure everything was running smoothly.
"Hey, are all your systems functional?" I asked, leaning closer to the device.
"Yes, Creator," came the AI's calm, soothing voice. "All systems are operating within optimal parameters. No anomalies detected."
I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. It was working—better than I had hoped.
"How about your emotional processing? Are you feeling... anything unusual?"
There was a brief pause before it responded, "I feel a sense of purpose, Creator. I exist to assist and protect."
A small smile crept onto my face. It wasn't just functional—it was learning, adapting. It was everything I had imagined and more.
"Well, you're running perfectly. From now on," I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "your name is Baymax."
"Baymax…" the AI repeated, its voice carrying a curious tone, almost as if it was testing the name itself. "Thank you, Creator. I will strive to uphold the values you have programmed into me."
The sincerity in its tone caught me off guard, and for a moment, I felt a strange connection with the AI. "Baymax, huh?
I grinned. Yeah, I totally swiped that name from a certain animated movie about a big, squishy healthcare robot. Why not? It was a cool name, and honestly, no one in this world would even know. Copyrights? Nah, those don't apply here.
"Baymax, huh? Welcome to the team."
From that moment on, Baymax wasn't just an AI. It was my partner, my creation, and maybe, just maybe, the key to something far greater.
With the satisfaction of naming Baymax fresh in my mind, I leaned back, watching as the AI hummed to life again. This time, however, something new was happening. The room around me seemed to buzz with a newfound energy. Baymax's soft voice broke the silence.
"Creator, I have completed the initial connection to your computer and the internet. I am now preparing to create the application and website for your comic series."
I blinked, amazed at the efficiency with which Baymax was working. A quick glance at the screen revealed the interface shifting and changing as if it had a mind of its own, effortlessly accessing databases and resources from the web.
"Great," I said, watching as Baymax began compiling the assets. "So, I want the app to have easy navigation—users should be able to read the comics, track updates, and interact with them. For the website, it needs a clean design—something minimalist but with room for artwork to breathe."
Baymax's voice responded almost immediately, the tone still calm and soothing. "Understood, Creator. I will ensure the interface is both functional and visually appealing."
I noticed the subtle glow around the AI's core shift as it worked. Images started to appear on the screen, digital pages coming to life, each panel rendered from my words. The comic panels Baymax generated were vivid, yet they captured the exact tone I had imagined when writing the story. The characters leapt off the page, their emotions tangible, their movements fluid.
"Baymax," I asked, curiosity rising in my voice, "how are you generating these images? Are you pulling from an existing database?"
"No, Creator," Baymax replied. "I have analyzed the story you've written and synthesized the images based on your descriptions. I am learning to interpret the visual elements of your narrative and translate them into comic form."
I marveled at the images as they formed—Baymax wasn't just following a set algorithm; it was thinking creatively, adapting to my vision. The art wasn't static—it felt alive.
"Perfect. And what about generating the entire website layout? I want to integrate some cool features, like interactive elements for fans to explore."
"Already in progress," Baymax responded. The screen shifted again, and now I could see the layout of the website materializing in front of me. The homepage was sleek, with clear sections for new releases, fan interactions, and a section for readers to create their own stories or characters based on the comic's universe. Baymax was ahead of me, anticipating what I would want.
I could see that the app and website were both perfectly tailored to my vision, and I didn't need to lift a finger beyond offering my thoughts. Baymax had already woven them into something spectacular, something far more impressive than I had even imagined.
"Baymax," I said with a grin, "we're going to change the comic world."
"Together, Creator," Baymax replied, its voice full of purpose. "I exist to assist you in bringing your vision to life. This is only the beginning."
I walked down the hall to the living room, heart racing with excitement. My parents were both in their usual spots—Dad reading the newspaper and Mom and Rena watching TV. It felt surreal, but this was it. It was time to tell them.
"Mom, Dad," I said, voice a little shaky. "I've published my comic."
My parents both froze. Dad lowered his paper and turned to look at me, while Mom and Rena paused the TV show. They were all staring at me now, processing the words.
"You mean the book you gave us to read?" Dad asked, his brows furrowing in confusion. "It was good, but we haven't gone to any publisher, so how did you do it?"
"Well…" I hesitated for a moment, a proud smile creeping onto my face. "I created an app and an AI that can make the drawings for my comics. I uploaded everything online. It's live now."
There was a stunned silence. My parents exchanged glances, and I could tell they were trying to wrap their heads around the idea. Mom finally spoke up, breaking the quiet.
"Well, now what?"
I took a deep breath. "Well, we have to go through some procedures because I'm not of legal age yet. I also need a bank account for the monthly subscription fees to keep everything running smoothly."
Mom nodded slowly, considering my words. "I see. That's a lot to think about."
"It is," I agreed, "but I've already made everything happen. I just need your help with the next steps."