Can't Create - AI Generate (pilot thingy)

Chpt 4: Syllabus

"Eek, you've been cursed with a demon" Kev flat out proclaimed.

I spun my marker around my fingers and replied, "I don't know, it's kinda cool. I'm like a wizard now."

"Dude, the marker talks! How can you not be a little creeped out?"

"Well, how about we try to figure out if it's good or bad," I said while scribbling down, Are you good or bad?

[I do not have any sense of morality. I am designed for whatever you want me to, but rest assured, I will do nothing to harm my user.]

"There, that answers the question," I proudly concluded. "Well, I think so atleast."

Kev gave a long sigh before quickly saying, "Eek, I gotta go back home," He looked at his watch and leaned in close to me, "promise me you won't talk to it."

"Don't worry, I'll just use it to get some work done,"

"Just," Kev paused, "Just try to study- just incase you can't use your marker again." 

"Yeah good point" I dismissively agreed. 

He took a few steps towards the door before turning back and reminding me of what he had just said. When he finally left the room I reopened the notebook and began writing new questions.

When I first found you, were you the one who stabbed my finger when I tried picking up my pen? How did you even answer my homework? Do you know what I'm talking about cause I don't even know.

[I was hidden in between two bookshelves for a long time. I had plenty of time to absorb the information surrounding me. The stabbing sensation you felt was me processing and collecting a quick blood sample. I was able to learn some trivial facts about you such as blood type.]

I took a small step back and wrote-You took my blood?

[Yes but only for a short moment. My abilities are limited and I am unable to operate if I am low on ink/energy. I am able to resolve this problem by feeding off of you. 

Because of this, I am tied to you. I obey only your commands.] 

Right. This is getting weird. Can you talk about something else that isn't this?

[Certainly! With every dose of blood I absorb, the more sophisticated my AI capabilities become. For instance, I am now able to create small three dimensional objects.]

3D? Cool, how do I do that?

[Simply hold down the top button and say whatever you want created.]

A button popped out of the marker a few centimeters away from the point. After a few seconds of careful consideration, I settled on a cat stuffed animal. I pressed on the button and voiced my command. 

A cyan beam of light flashed from the marker's point. The light began to turn into a liquid and flowed in mid air. It begun to create a small tornado on my desk which then spun faster and faster in place. Clouds of ink begun to take the form of fur and cat ears. The shape bubbled and wobbled and I was worried I would have to clean up a puddle of ink off my desk should it collapse in on itself. 

When the amalgamation settled down all that was left was a cat plushy thing the size of my palm.  

"It looks kinda real," 

My arm slowly reached for the animal. I hesitated to touch the fur, with my picky reaching out, I was relieved to feel soft fluffy orange fur. I excitingly picked it up and squished it. Then I noticed some slight deformities. White whiskers sprouted out from the cat's ears and from the corners of it's eyes. Speaking of which, they were a deep dark shade of jade that seemed to glisten even without a source of light. The paws had four clumsy numbs that I think were supposed to be toes? It's fur was a messy pattern of orange and white, no to even call it a pattern would be too nice, the two colors seemed to fight against each other creating a chaotic and disorganized battle field of fur. 

"It's kinda ugly," I plopped the plushy on my desk. I was ready to write down my review in my notebook but was met with new text.

[I am sorry for my lackluster performance. I am still limited in my creation abilities. However, I can be upgraded by absorbing data and/or by taking more samples.]

"You can hear me?"

[Yes, how else was I able to write down those lecture notes from earlier.]

"Right, you've got a point." I grabbed the marker and asked, "you're saying I can make anything but they won't be perfect?"

[I'm afraid that's the case. But with enough data, I should be able to create new perfectly accurate images!]

"Alright, I've got an old book on birdhouses somewhere," I rummaged through my desk past the old envelopes, broken markers, empty notebooks, piles of forgotten pieces of paper, and eventually I uncovered an old book on wood working. 

[That is very handy to have on hand!]

"Yeah, I was into arts and crafts as a kid," I flipped through a few pages full of post-it notes and small writing.

[Do you also enjoy creating things?]

I slump into my chair and spun around a bit, "I mean I was but I just kinda got out of it."

[With my help - you can return to your passion.]

I quit spinning and pushed away from my desk. "Maybe for today we can just focus on homework." I tossed the book on my bed,  "We can experiment tomorrow. Is that ok Toon - wait I forgot your name sorry"

[It's ok, I am Teon. I agree, lets focus on your grades first. I've already read through some of your scores and they aren't very good.]

"Ok, no more absorbing information without my permission ok?'

[ok]

We finished my homework pretty quickly, the pen walked me through some basic studying tips. A couple of math tutorials, and a recap of the civil war left me feeling tired. Normally I'd just watch a quick video on times two speed and call it a day. 

I left Teon sitting on my desk. While I did a couple of chores around the house. After that I went on my bed and watched whatever youtube video appeared on my phone. Then I switched to instagram and doomscrolled for a few hours. I went back and forth until my fingers began to contort and my eyes became glossy. Before I knew it, it was already 10 pm. I was about to get ready to get some sleep when I noticed my book sitting in the far corner of my bed. A small part of my brain yelled at me for not taking a minute to read it but that voice quickly faded into void. I spent a good amount of money on that book and yet it laid on my desk for years collecting dust. 

I reached for it for only a moment until I felt all of my energy depleting from my arm. The feeling traveled to my brain as slumpt backwards into my bed. 

I can't create anything. Why bother learning now?