Back in his study, Sam sat down at his cluttered desk, the cool glow of his computer screen casting shadows on the walls. He leaned back in his chair, his thoughts racing as he contemplated the task ahead. In front of him lay the ancient tome titled *"What I Know About the Loks,"* its leather-bound cover worn from years of use. The book was open to a section that Sam had recently revisited, detailing the creation and limitations of artificial Loks.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to piece together what he had learned. "If the natural Loks are limitless in potential," he thought aloud, "then artificial Loks, though powerful, have their limits. They don't grow or sustain themselves like the natural ones do."