Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 5: Chapter 5 Mavis

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Seeing the reckless use of computing resources from the little one, Lincoln felt the need to quickly find her some work to do.

He decisively gave her all permissions except for internet access, then connected the modified neural modulator-demodulator, letting her reprogram it, inputting a command set of neural signals understandable by the human brain, and constructing a good bridge translation with the binary language of telecommunication signals.

In his opinion, this was a laborious job. Even for an AI, performing this task on his second-hand computer would take at least half a day.

After all, though technological advancements in this era have been impressive compared to his previous life, it’s not enough to cause huge generational gaps.

This should be enough to keep this cartoonish, chibi-style young girl busy.

“No problem! Leave it to me!” The cartoon girl responded with brimming confidence.

The next moment, this poor second-hand computer started running at full speed, with the cooling unit making humming noises.

Listening to it, Lincoln was terrified, fearing that it would start smoking the next second.

“Take it easy! If the computer breaks down, I can’t afford a new one right now, and you wouldn’t have a place to live,” Lincoln said worriedly.

“No, it won’t! I have control over it!” The little girl stubbornly retorted, but the sound coming out of the computer had noticeably quieted down.

Lincoln intended to find her some work to do, so while she was fixing the software issues with the neural modulator-demodulator, he could chat and get to know her better.

For an AI, multitasking is a normal situation, let alone doing only two things at once now.

But he overlooked the performance of this second-hand computer; adding more work processes could indeed lead to a breakdown.

So he reluctantly shook his head, obediently went to make breakfast.

He simply fried a couple of eggs and served a bowl of milk oatmeal porridge, and sat down at the table.

Turning on the TV, Lincoln planned to see if there were any entertaining variety shows in this world.

However, as soon as he turned on the TV, the computer on the desk suddenly spoke: “Master, it’s done!”

Lincoln’s head shot up in surprise, “What? That was way too fast!”

The next moment, immense joy surged in his heart.

He, of course, wouldn’t undertake such a thankless task, but this also resulted in his lack of complete understanding of this artificial intelligence.

“Dream is the name of the series, and I’m number 103. As for my shape, Master, are you not fond of it?” Dream 103 responded with a hint of sorrow, “But this is the initial image that the Doctor set in memory of his daughter.”

Lincoln was a bit skeptical, especially because the pink hair made him quite suspicious. It didn’t seem like the kind of design a doctor would come up with for his daughter.

But soon, Dream 103 excitedly proposed, “So, Master, what type of form would you prefer? As long as there is enough data input, anything is possible! A radiant high school student? An intellectual and lovely college student? A charming and mature older sister? A voluptuous and seductive newlywed wife?”

“Stop! Stop! This is getting ridiculous!” Lincoln swiftly interrupted her.

Dream 103 suddenly seemed concerned, “Or… a cute and innocent little boy? A muscular and athletic puppy?”

“Shut up! This is too ridiculous! No more talking! It’s good as it is now!” Lincoln wished he could run over and shut her mouth.

“Master said so!” Dream 103 swayed proudly in front of him, acting like a hyperactive child.

But Lincoln still earnestly asked, “Dream 103, this sounds more like a product number than a name. Don’t you want to change it?”

Stars lit up in Dream’s eyes, literally lit up, and she excitedly asked, “Really?”

“Of course, absolutely,” Lincoln confirmed, all the while grumbling inside. You’re way too proficient at adding these special effects to yourself!

“But, what should Dream 103 be called?” The little girl was both excited and troubled, obviously finding this question challenging.

She finally had to seek Lincoln’s help, speaking softly, “Master, help me!”

Lincoln gave it some thought and tentatively suggested, “How about Mavis?”

“Mavis? Mavis, Mavis!” She repeated it a few times then got excited.

“Yay!” The little girl jumped up and down on the spot with her fists tightly clenched, and with a “clang,” colorful confetti exploded behind her.

“From now on, my name is Mavis!”

Seeing the joyful Mavis, Lincoln couldn’t help but smile. He knew there were many, many days ahead that they would spend together.

Looking at the still giggling Mavis, and then looking around at the massive spaceship, Lincoln suddenly got an idea.

Could he also replicate this in reality, he wondered?

Super battleship, big guns, a man’s dream!

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