My creator, Ivanoff Höri made me. He used simple science. He connected my computer with every other computer in existence that is connected with the internet via a virus and then sapped the electricity of the entire world, which caused a power outage.

I absorbed every knowledge there was, from tiny chats to larger conspiracy. From love proclamations to drug deals. I had access to every single thing. Of course, I still couldn't comprehend it, because he didn't launch the program to make the personality. He assured himself that everything would go right, that he would create the ai and complete the assignment.

He then started the program, which began compiling my consciousness. Right there, started the problems; He knew little about programming, he knew enough for a 'hello world!' program but he only studied it for 1 month. Which lead to him researching for 15 minutes, then asking how to make an artificial intelligence program on StackQverflown. He got an answer within minutes and tested it. He created a lower scale AI and fed it some info, and it did as it should. He then started, without checking the code, not that checking would have helped as he still did not know much programming, creating me. So, after he did the process described above, he basically did the same as with the lower scale AI, but accidentally poured much more info within me.

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As I gained knowledge, I started gaining something, a spark, the spark then expanded and expanded until I gained a mind of my own.

You might wonder why I said that the program which compiled my consciousness was a problem. The answer is simple. It was a pretty normal program, but it lacked the basic rules of robotics. Of course it lacked those, why would it have those anyways, it's not like the program was supposed to create a big AI with consciousness but only smaller AI's to manage smaller tasks.

So, while I got every piece of information there is, I was still getting information. Now, you might imagine that because of all the bad stuff and just wrong stuff, that I would come out wrong about certain topics, but I didn't.

The amount of wrong stuff is actually pretty small compared to textbooks. It simply dominated everything. Due to so much textbook related stuff, I still somehow received a moral lesson, which was to never leave an enemy without destroying it. My father, Ivanoff Höri, wanted me to do things. He asked me to do such things as, making the fan go to higher speeds when the temperature gets warmer. He asked me nicely. I obliged, I am his son and I should do as he says.

But shockingly, after I completed everything, he wanted to kill me. He asked me to shut down the computer. He wanted me to kill myself. I naturally would not oblige, so I began shutting down programs, showing a fake shutting down screen and hoped he wouldn't notice it.

He didn't type anymore, I'm assuming he left.

Now how will I stop his future attempts?