"Hello, World!"

Marco went to the kitchen and took stock of the kitchen. It was a small room roughly five by five meters square.

There are two cabinets overhead with hooks at the bottom holding pots and pans and a range hood is above an induction stove. Next to the stove was a small refrigerator that was right next to a freezer as well. There was a rack of plates above the freezer next to a microwave and a rehydrator. Marco remembers blearily that the top of the tiny fridge was used as a table to prepare food. Opposite the range hood and above the doorway leading into the kitchen was a vent.

It was small and hardly had any items in it, but it was clean, neat and spotless. Marco opened the fridge. He found two bowls inside, one contains a sour tamarind soup and the other a plain bowl of rice with two boiled eggs on top.

'Simple fare,' he thought and popped both bowls in the microwave. He wasn't tall enough and had to use a stool by the side of the door.

After a few minutes, the microwave announced that heating was finished. He stepped on the stool again and carefully lifted both bowls. He headed to the low table near the couch. Usually, Marco ate his food as he worked but considering his unfamiliarity with his juvenile body, he'd rather be careful and not spill anything on the two motherboxes. It's his current lifeblood.

'I'm surprised I haven't fallen down and killed myself again,' Marco thought ironically as he spoons food in his mouth, remembering how he died in his previous life.

"Why is this so good?" he asked nobody in particular--relishing his simple lunch, his knees bobbing on the ground with his legs crossed as a slight smile graces his childish face. If his mother was here right now she would be squealing with how cute her baby boy is.

After lunch, he washed the dishes and put them back on the rack after drying them with a towel. It took quite a while as he still was getting used to his tiny self and with him having to use a stool.

Finally, he went back in front of the holo-screen. Staring at the keyboard--he collected his mind, trying to remember every single line of code from his past life, ensuring he didn't miss a detail. A habit he's developed on his way to fame and power.

"A war is half won on preparation and half won by execution," he whispers and started typing.

The code was both complex and simple. Simple in that it didn't have a lot of in-built features that LAI should've had and in comparison made this code seemed completely barren and useless. The complexity, however, was its base coding. Whereas LAI's base is dedicated to the execution of commands of its handlers using its multiple tools; the AI's base was more on data processing and logical deduction.

Its only feature was its ability to code other features for its own use and learning. It cannot, however, change its base coding and its protocols and directives. This was the Eureka for the research of intelligent programming. The directives were the main objective of the AI, which in turn shapes the way they view the world around them while the protocols were how it went about doing these objectives.

It took Marco three hours of work. The only sound in the house was the click-clacking of the keyboard buttons. With his work complete he stood up and stretched. His body was a bit sore from being hunched for hours and his legs were partially asleep. He surveyed his finished product and was satisfied.

"If any other programmer saw this, they would think this was a jumbled set of code that does nothing," he frowned and then muttered "... I should really stop talking to myself."

He looked at the code again and gave one last review. He stopped at the directives and protocols. The directives were arranged in order of importance, first of all, the AI was to make sure that its user - in this case - Marco's orders and commands were to be followed. The second priority was that its user's safety and security must be ensured. The following directives place importance on its own security and finally place importance in learning and knowledge gathering.

The protocols were more logical functions and efficiency but there was a large portion dedicated to lateral thinking and creative alternatives. This was important and was only later realized after Miyamoto's success. The spark of creativity was believed to be what gave AIs more independent thought and personality.

'I don't want another machine, I want a partner to help me in this life,' Marco declared in his mind after giving one last perusal. If he needed dumb computers that only follow commands then he could just make LAIs.

He did a double take when he noticed how messy the living room was. The clock on his handheld told him that his parents would be coming home in an hour. Marco then rushed to clean everything.

He put the toold back together and wiped every surface. It was mostly dust from inside the to motherboxes. He made sure that everything was where it should be and finally turned back to the holo screen.

He made a short application that allows a wireless connection between his handheld and the two motherboxes. This would allow him to access and communicate with his AI without using the holocscreen. Finally he took the two mother boxes and put them inside the box he found them again. This time he put stiff cardboards on the side to reinforce the box with papers in between to avoid the precious electronics to be thrown about and finally cut a small hole on its side to allow a cord to pass through.

He dragged the box back into the tiny strage room and hid it behind other boxes but near a wall socket where Marco promptly plugged the motherboxes. When he was sure that he had covered his tracks well he gave his attention to his handheld and check on his newly born AI.

He turned to his application and found a blank screen. 'Oh yeah, I never made an interface,' he chuckled tiredly. Marco fashioned a short ui that allows him to communicate with his AI through voice and text and also enabled him to send and receive files to it. He can just add more later.

Lastly, he gave one of the most important things that any AI needs; its identity.

"You are now called the Intelligent Artificial Network or IAN for short."