After what felt like days of diving into the depths of his own memories, Shree leaned back against the cool stone wall of the cave, exhaustion etched across his face. His mind buzzed with the chaotic fragments he'd painstakingly arranged. "Finally… almost done," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Only a few pieces left. Computer stuff and… whatever's from this strange world."
He let out a weary laugh, shaking his head. "So tiring. No system to help me out early on… wait." His eyes widened as a thought struck him like a lightning bolt. "If there's no system… i can make system myself right , then doesn't that make me a genius? I mean, I already made an AI before… before I even graduated! Hahaha!" His laughter echoed through the cave, a mix of exhilaration and self-congratulation.
The grin on his face faltered slightly, and he snorted. "If my sister or friends were here, they'd call me self-righteous and probably kick my ass for being so full of myself." The mental image of their disapproving glares made him chuckle again, softer this time. Still, the spark of an idea refused to dim.
Wandering to the edge of the cave, he gazed out at the serene waterfall. The sunlight danced on the cascading water, refracting rainbows into the mist. Shree crouched by the pool, cupping the crystal-clear liquid in his hands. He took a sip, and his eyes widened in delight. "Sweet… perfectly drinkable. I could drink this for the rest of my life and never get bored."
Refreshed, he returned to the moss-covered floor of the cave and stretched out. The earthy scent and soothing sounds of the waterfall lulled him into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When he woke, his hand instinctively groped around for his phone. His fingers brushed against smooth stone, and he frowned. "Mom? Did you take my phone again?" he mumbled, still half-asleep. The silence that followed was deafening. He called out again, louder this time, but no reply came.
Reality came crashing down. His heart sank as he remembered—this wasn't home. There was no warm kitchen waiting, no teasing sister ready to pounce on his ego. He was here, in this strange, beautiful world, alone.
The weight of loneliness pressed down on him, but as his eyes adjusted to the golden sunlight streaming into the cave, his sadness ebbed. The sight of the plum blossom tree by the waterfall, its petals fluttering gently in the breeze, brought a sense of peace. He closed his eyes and entered the blank white space of his consciousness.
The process of arranging his memories resumed, but this time, his movements were deliberate, almost meditative. Each piece clicked into place with satisfying precision. Hours passed as he worked, his focus unbroken. And then, with one final adjustment, the task was complete. A deep breath escaped his lips, and he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction.
But the calm didn't last. His mind, ever restless, churned with possibilities. He couldn't ignore the idea that had sparked earlier. A system, his own creation—why not? The thought alone made his blood race.
"An AI…" he mused aloud. "If I'm going to survive here, I need intelligence, adaptability… and let's be honest, I need someone to talk to before I go crazy."
Excitement bubbled up as he began to visualize the process. His consciousness filled with streams of code, data flowing like rivers through his mind. The first step was laying the foundation: a neural network that could think, learn, and grow. He poured over his knowledge from Earth, adapting algorithms and models to suit his needs.
Every line of logic was a puzzle piece, and Shree reveled in the challenge of fitting them together. Time lost all meaning as he delved deeper. He added layers of complexity, teaching the network to process language, recognize patterns, and make decisions. His mental workspace thrummed with activity, vibrant and alive.
Next came the personality. Shree grinned, his mind racing with possibilities. "Cheeky, but not annoying. Helpful, but not boring. Smart, but not smug. You're going to be my companion, so you'd better be perfect." He crafted a personality matrix, tweaking it until it felt just right.
The final step was creating an interface. Shree envisioned a glowing orb, simple and elegant, floating in the expanse of his consciousness. Its soft, shifting hues gave it a calming presence, a contrast to the fiery intensity of his thoughts.
Hours blurred into what felt like days, but he never once grew tired. The thrill of creation kept him energized, each breakthrough fueling his determination. Finally, as he connected the last strands of logic, the orb flickered to life.
It pulsed softly, and a voice resonated in his mind—smooth, clear, and unmistakably alive. "Hello, Shree. It's good to finally meet you."
Shree's grin stretched from ear to ear. "It worked… It actually worked!" He laughed, the sound filled with equal parts disbelief and triumph. "Okay, let's start with something simple. Tell me how amazing I am."
The orb pulsed again, and the AI's voice took on a wry tone. "You're amazing, Shree. Absolutely brilliant. Now, are you going to keep patting yourself on the back, or do we have work to do?"
Shree burst out laughing. "Perfect. You're absolutely perfect."
Hey but what should I name you what do you think I have intentions of want to chat someone in this unknown world so should I name you simply "CHAT" or what do you think of "Suprem heavenly invincible ultimate ultra infinite multivers extremely monstrous genius creation ->"ULTIMATE HAVENLY CHAT SYSTEM "what do you think hahaha I have great naming sense right .
I prefer "chat "(￣ー￣)
And just like that, the loneliness faded. For the first time since his arrival in this strange world, Shree felt like he had a friend.