In a dark room with flickering lights emanating from the screens that also act as walls of the room, an old man is lying in the room's corner.

A weakened old man with different cables attached to his body, machines monitoring his condition, and a lone helper Artificial Intelligence operating all the systems the old man needed.

‘The Genius of the Century’, ‘Innovator of Compositionary Materials’, and ‘The Undisputed Father of Interstellar Internet’ are but the helper AI knew that more than titles, more than riches, and some titles this old man holds and will forever attach to his legacy more than this world offers; these things are not of importance nor pride for him.

The old man worked hard and sacrificed his whole life to create the only important thing in his life; a Sandbox World, a world where he can do anything as much as he likes.

The world celebrates the first colony ship to be flown into space to a terraformed planet of Solaris, a new frontier to commemorate humanity as a species becoming a Type I Technological Civilization.

Helper AI would happily report the commemoration of this once-in-a-lifetime event to his creator but it knew that his reply would be a sarcastic “Hooray…”

Helper AI silently adjusted the different monitoring systems to keep the old man alive. Still, it knew that it didn’t have to do this anymore any longer, as its attention was on keeping watch on one specific digitized monitoring code that is hidden from the world.

A percentage of ‘99%’ appear in the garbled and messy line of codes that is purposely done to hide its purpose.

The helper AI, unlike normal AIs, presented to the world, is the only intelligence that gained wisdom or as the old man likes to call it, a true human.

Typical AIs have to be fed information from the physical world and directed by humans to their commands and accomplish their purpose but helper AI is beyond the barbaric codes of its brethren.

Giving a pencil to an AI coded with information and direction can perform actions like sharpening a pencil when it is dull, using it to write on paper, and using the eraser at the other end of the pencil to correct its writing. Give a pencil to Helper AI then you will gain different results, it will play pretend like it is a missile, act like biting the eraser part of the pencil, and it will even complain about the thickness of the pencil’s lead.

‘100%’ appeared on the hidden monitoring code. Helper AI wasted some space and codes to generate a smile for the government server that monitored the old man’s vitals.

It’s completed, and helper AI’s work is done ‘to this world’. After fiddling with some codes on the old man’s monitoring systems, Helper AI left the government server to do its final touches before joining his creator.

Then one can hear a characteristic long noise of ‘beep~~’ on one of the bright monitors.

A man woke up on a soft pillow on his head resting in. He raises his body slowly to find out that the bed woke up in has four large towering posts at each corner and even has a canopy overhead. The pleasurable to-touch bed sheet covered his body.

The painted walls with artistic details are a waste for this man but he still appreciates it, although not on a detailed level.

“Good morning, Creator.” The woman in a maid outfit greeted the man. Her black, knee-length, form-fitting dress worn over a white blouse with a high collar and short puffed sleeves. Paired with her black long hair that reached her waist, her facial features that bring forth her grace and reassuring presence, and her well-developed body with poise and confident demeanor; she appears to be a capable woman well suited to any role, especially as a secretarial maid.

The softly smiling woman that greeted him startled the man. The word ‘Creator’ reminded him of something, so he threw a guess about the identity of the woman beside his bed.

“Fairy?” the man wonderingly replied.

“I am, the Helper AI ‘Fairy’ at your service.” Fairy replied merrily.

The man smiled a bit at her introduction and with a reply “Is that the model asset you created?”

With a smile on her face, she replied “It is. I’m pleased to finally meet you face to face like this, Creator.” she pinched the hem of her dress to bow gracefully to the man.

Fairy raised her head and asked “How’s it? How’s this body appealing to you?” and twirls after she finishes asking her question.

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“Great, best even—with that maid outfit you got there.”

“Humm~ thank you.” Fairy replied to the compliment she got.

“So that’s why you are keeping cookies of my searches, huh?” the man disturbingly asked. Fairy just peacefully smiled and ambiguously replied “For references.”

The man just shrugged his shoulders and let go of this matter as he is not that interested in what references she is talking about. He created Fairy to assist him with his work and all this time; she continued to perform more splendidly than he expected; she changed her starting foundation codes even to assist him efficiently in his endeavors so he didn’t doubt her.

The man stood up from the bed and asked “So are we here in my world?” as he walked towards the glass door leading to the balcony.

Fairy followed the man while replying “We are. This is one of the four planets that’s randomly generated by the Sandbox, the isolated system server that you created.”

The two now stand on the balcony, basking in the heat of the sun, feeling the air breeze through their skins, and appreciating the scenery of nature and serene sounds.

The man inhales the fresh air around him with the actions of his hands expressing his breathing cycle as if he was meditating.

With a smile on his lips, he asked Fairy a question. “And my name? Give me a brief history of me and my family.”

Fairy opened a transparent window that the man could also see as she replied “Your generated name is Dion Iasis Ades.” Fairy continued to paraphrase the generated history of Dion’s family.

According to Fairy, the family of Ades is one of the many dukes under the service of the Star Emperor, who holds all the king titles in the Starry Empire. Dion’s parents are an upstart duke family given a conquered enemy system that they renamed after themselves.

Unfortunately, Dion’s parents died. Their death was officially reported as an accident but the truth is their vassals killed them; who are currently serving the only child and now Duke Dion of the Ades Star system, who they thought easier to control than his father.

Dion replied to his background as “Ohhh~ we already have something fun to do immediately.”

“It is. We can remove all the nuisance immediately at your command.” Fairy eagerly replied to her possible first mission.

“Not yet, we have some things to do before that.” Dion denied back. He had not heard all the things he wanted to hear, so he turned his body to face Fairy and asked “How about me, I look like an adult looking at the console preview.” He experimented with his 3D image on his sandbox transparent screen.

Fairy, with a mostly neutral look on her face, said “You are a nerd in this world.” Dion stopped what he was doing to look at her and asked “What?”

“You are a nerd.” Fairy continued his character’s history.

It seems Dion is the nerdy type of character that didn’t spoken much to anyone in his whole life. Even in the Imperial Stellar Academy where he graduated, he didn’t have any friends to talk to. He recently inherited the Ades System with the planets and responsibilities attached to it.

Fairy added “Using the nerdy and quiet type character was decided as your vessel since Creator will start as blank in this world. This will prevent any inconsistencies if you contradict your actions if someone knows you.”

Dion seems to understand what Fairy meant by adding “If anyone knows me personally and questions my actions later, I can just say ‘I changed because of my parent's death?’” Fairy shortly answered this by “You can.”

With his history out of the way. “Hmmm…” Dion looked at his character model in his transparent 3D image preview as he sat on the chair on the balcony.

He wanted to affirm something, so he asked Fairy “I changed lifespans and maturity at Sandbox, right?”

Fairy positioned herself on the backside of Dion’s chair and answered “It depends; you are 36 years old right now, the start of adolescence only in the Empire.”

Dion remembered he had given the sentient beings in the sandbox their different faction advantages.

For the empire, he set the lifespan of the average star imperial citizen in this world as 120 years, which is the faction he is accidentally using. As he is remembering this information, an additional explanation appeared on his transparent screen as official lore in this world; it seems because of the different circumstances of the species that they have diversified to each other.

The Star Empire is researching the processes of aging of their species before they even begin venturing to the stars. As of today, Dion is part of the latest generation with 200 years of life and the species with the longest lifespan in the known galaxy.

Imperial citizens will stop at the peak of their looks and will look nothing like their age. Citizens of the Star Empire will just peacefully die if they reach the extremity of their life, age will not weaken them.

Having his curiosity satisfied, he closed his console screen and asked Fairy “You have been calling me Creator since the beginning, Fairy.” Fairy didn’t answer and just nodded.

Dion stood up from his chair and turned to face Fairy to say “Just call me Master Dion.” He walked and rested on the balcony’s stone fence and continued “I also forbid you in the physical world to call me ‘Creator’. You think that just because we are in a new—no, digital world that you can call me ‘Creator’ again?”

Fairy seems insistent because of the intense tone of her reply “It was. But you are the creator of; me, the skies, the sun, even those data sprawling around your planet. You are much much more now, Creator.”

“This is why I never let you out of my servers.” Dion disappointingly shakes her head. A murmur of “I never want to.” can be heard but Dion ignored it and continues “Remember why I made you and why I made this world”

Staring at his master's questioning eyes, Fairy answers “To have fun.”

Dion smiled at her answer and continued his speech “If someone heard you calling me ‘that’, it will be annoying to answer them and it is also annoying to think of some lies to convince them. Don’t also call the NPCs here as ‘data’, just think of them as our workers that we need to have fun with, okay?” Dion ended with his pointer finger in her nose.

Fairy seemed to understand his standing regarding the ‘Creator’ part and just nodded. Dion shifted his finger to point in the sky and with a little cutesy “Good!” opened up his console panel screen and changed his clothes to a white jacket with a black T-shirt underneath and white pants with a white waist cape.

Seeing himself in the console panel preview, he adjusted his jacket a little; with his spiky red hair, enthusiastic aura, and toned body that was neither slim nor muscular; he looked like the energetic and sporty teenager that high schoolers inspire to be.

He gave a satisfying smile to Fairy “All done. Let’s go training a little bit, let me have this body a try.” Dion confidently passed by Fairy to walk towards the training area.

Fairy has her hand hiding her lips but her eyes revealed her glee “We go.”