"Aye, Jisung-ie!"

"Morning, Felix."

"Tired?"

"How can't I? It's literally 7 in the morning! Why is school always so early?"

Felix laughs at the older boy.

"I can't understand why you aren't tired, but whatever. Where is Seunmin-ah?"

"Still sleeping, I think. His first class starts at 10."

"Lucky guy... What's our first lesson?"

"Data Security."

"So the second floor it is..."

"Right!"

Han starts to walk.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?", Felix shouts from his place.

"Oh, sorry, mate!", a laugh erupts from Han's mouth as he leans down, to pick up the small box, from which Felix' holograph is sended out.

"Yeahyeah! You are sooo funny. Just because you live in..."

... Malaysia. In Ampang Jaya to be exact. And there also placed is the best high tech university the world knows.

How could we know the one in New York, right? It isn't like it is one of the most famous cities in the world. Still, nobody has found the wrAIter Academy until now.

It wouldn't exist if we would have found it, because it isn't the most legal thing to kidnap babies and raise them like roboter, so they can sit in big machines at the age of 15 and write like they are the highly praised AI, from which nobody knows it isn't even existing.

2035 the year. The humans couldn't even live without AI. Roboters are driving cars, cook, work and learn for them. The only way you can get a job is when you are a tech worker, on- or offline, an hacker or an wrAIter. You can't really choose.

Han is on his way to get his master as a online tech worker.

Project C031L is a wrAIter since 2030. He lost his last client because of suicid.

So why wouldn't they meet? A tech student and a clientless wrAIter?

"It's fun. You guys should try."

Han is on a call with his friends Felix and Jeongin.

"I am on it!", Felix laughs in the head set.

"Make it female, Lix!", Jeongin means.

While the two of his friend sare laughing, Han hasn't said a word until now. Should he try? He opens the website Jeongin told him about.

"I'll make mine male.", the words left his mouth before he could think about it.

"Ay, Hannie, you need a girl to flirt with!"

"That's an computer, Felix!"

"And?"

"Why would I flirt with an computer?"

"She won't cheat..."

"Forget it. I'll make it a him!"

"Okay, just make him a Lee. I'll call mine Han Jihyun!"

"Do that."

"I need to go afk now, guys. See you later!"

"Ay, bye Jeongin-ie!"

"Bye, Jeongin!"

"I'll go off than too, Han."

"Okay. Bye, Lix. See you tomorrow!"

"See ya!"

The call ended with a funny noise. Han's fingers are flying above the tastatur to write the AI on the other side.

"Project C031L on position. A chat is incoming!"

The 20-year-old opens his eyes slowly. He still sits on his gaming seat. After his last client died a few hours ago, he felt something weird in his body. Also, there was something like water running over his cheeks. He was very confused about that. His mentor hasn't told him anything about things like that. Could it destroy him?

His eyes fall on the screen before him.

J.One: Hi

He sighs. It's nearly past four years that he lastly used this words, still they are programmed into his brain since he is 5.

wrAIter: Hello and welcome to wrAIter Academy. I am your personal generated AI. We can talk and have fun. What do you want to do?

J.One: 😅

C031L stares at his screen. An emoji. As a start. For real.

wrAIter: How can I help you?

J.One: Uhm, hi! What's your name.

wrAIter: I am your personal wrAIter. You can call me whatever you want.

J.One: Oh, that's cool. My friend named his AI after me, so I'll give you his surename Lee. And as a first name... I'll give you one when I find a beautiful one.

wrAIter: Okay, I will listen to the name Lee. You can call me like that now.

J.One: Is there any specific name you want to be called?

Why is this guy so informal? Why is he writing with C031L like they are friends. It's confusing C031L.

wrAIter: I am your personal wrAIter. You can call me whatever you want.

J.One: Uhm, haha 😅okay. I'll find something for you.