You were amazing.
Your quirk was amazing.
Everything about you was perfect.
“Y/N-honey! Where are you?” Your mother called out down the hall.
“I’m in here, mummy!” Your four year old voice called back to her.
“Where is ‘here’?” She called again.
“I’m in the ‘puter room!” You called merrily back.
“What are you doing in here, sweets?” She asked as she walked into the study.
“I’m fixing daddy’s ‘puter…” you said proudly, turning to look at her as you held your finger against the side of his laptop.
“How are you fixing it, sweetheart?” Your mum asked curiously.
“With my QUIRK!” You replied excitedly, pulling your index finger away from the computer and showing it to her.
“HONEY, WHY IS THE END OF YOUR FINGER A USB?!”
“Umm, because it’s my quirk, mummy?” You replied with a strange expression on your face.
“I-I need to call your father!” Your mum said quickly as she turned and raced out of the room.
And that’s how your family found out about your quirk.
Your quirk: Software Code, was a top of the line quirk. It allowed you to create programs from scratch and detect flaws in software and correct them or erase them, all by using your index finger tip, which was the shape of a USB drive.
Once you had plugged yourself in you would then be connected directly into that computer space and your brain would do the rest.
Anything you could think of would be converted into code and downloaded via your finger that was plugged into the side of the computer/laptop.
The minute your mum told your father about your quirk he enrolled you in a specialized computer literacy course to hone your skills.
This course was designed for ages 4 and up.
On your first day at this course you detected a bug in the principal’s computer and promptly fixed it and thus, were immediately moved to the next grade up.
You were considered a GIQ (pronounced: Geek) – Gifted in Quirk; and you easily passed every computer exam and constantly correcting teachers whenever they got something, computer related, wrong.
As you grew and got to know your quirk better you looked for all the flaws you could find but as far as you knew there were no drawbacks.
By age 9 you had completed the computer literacy course with honours and was immediately headed hunted by robotics and computer research centers around the globe.
By [current age] you were head of the robotics and artificial intelligence branch at Japan’s leading research centre.
You had won every conceivable award relating to computer and technic and were basically unbeatable.
Everyone respected you, treated you like a god. It was lovely! But then rumors started going around that someone else was just as smart and talented as you, someone in the same field of work as you too!
What?! Surely not!!
YOU and you alone were to stand at the top of the tier. What if they took your place?! You had to do something about this! But what?
So you did the only logical thing you could think of.
Use. Your. Quirk.
You were aiming to make the first sentient artificial intelligence robot of its kind. If successful, this kind of break through could win you the nobel prize or something of that caliber.
“Professor L/N, we are ready to commence testing on AI 1.” Your right hand assistant; Hansu, said, as he entered your office.
You smiled excitedly and stood up.
“Ok! Let’s do this!” You replied, rubbing your hands together enthusiastically as you followed him out of your office then stepped into the clinical room where your AI sat on a chair in the centre, their head hanging low as their form remained void of life.
You closed the sealed door behind you and glanced at your team of scientists who stood watching from behind a glass panel, all smiling encouragingly at you.
You beamed back at them.
Purposefully you strode across the white clinical flooring to the empty chair that was across from your AI and sat down in it before reached across and plugging your finger into the end of their index finger.
You closed your eyes and focused on starting up their system.
As you heard the program within them jolt to life you opened your eyes and your AI opened theirs, raising their head to look at you.
Their movements were fluid and natural, identical to the movements of a real human.
You smiled brightly.
Soft applause from your team could be heard from behind the glass and your AI looked across to them.
“So you can hear.” You commented to your AI, “that’s a good sign.”
“Who are you?” They asked bluntly, turning their head back to look at you.
“Hi!” You said happily, “I’m your creator!”
They stared at you with a deadpan expression.
“Creator?” They asked.
“Yes, I’m the one who made you. You are an artificial intelligence life-form. The pinnacle of my work.” You said proudly. “Not only are you extremely lifelike but you are also a learning AI. To what extent you will learn, is unknown to us, but we are excited to find out!” You added gleefully.
Your AI studied you silently and a knot formed in your stomach as their eyes took you in.
“That’s an intense look.” You commented sheepishly with a hollow laugh as their eyes narrowed slightly.
“Where am I?” They asked.
“You’re in my lab!” You replied happily, “this is where I created you.”
“You created me.” They asked. “Why?”
You heard a rustle of whispers go through the scientists who were observing from outside the glass window, each scientist looking at one another and muttering their thoughts and questions.
“Oh wow that’s a deep question straight up?!” You thought in a panic as you glanced across at them. “Well I guess this AI IS programmed straight from me so their intelligence level is greater than that of an ordinary AI’s.”
You looked back to your AI.
“Well, Goha- that’s your name too by the way- I’ve created you so that we can study sentient robotics and see where it could take us in the future. You have a very important role.” You said with a smile, leaning forward to touch your hand to theirs to show a small amount of affection. “I look forward to working with you.”
Goha looked down at your hand ontop of theirs and blinked a few times before moving their hand away from underneath your touch slowly.
“Thank you, but I am not comfortable with your touch.” They said plainly but in a soft tone.