Reggie took a deep breath, glancing at the unfinished project he’d been working on since morning. The temptation to roll a joint with the pack of weed beside him tugged at him, but with probation hanging over his head, he let out a heavy sigh, knowing he couldn’t risk it. He picked up the stash and shoved it into a rarely used drawer, then turned back to his work, focusing on the project that felt like his only escape.

Reggie pulled up visual code on his desktop and got back to working on his software programming language model, RegCode. He implemented a few new updates and tools to get his code to function properly. Reggie then moved his chair over to the undeveloped humanoid robot he had been working on for years since middle school, before he did time in juvenile detention. Reggie ran his hands through his hair before muttering under his breath, “What am I going to do with this?”

Reggie moved his chair back towards his workbench and pulled up a few articles while reading about how rapidly AI is growing. Before he could finish reading, a sudden notification popped up on the side of his screen, reminding him that his ChatGPT developer subscription was expiring. Reggie groaned in irritation and tried to click on the notification before the time expired, but it moved so fast that it was taking him forever to claim it again.

Once Reggie had finally found the notification, it was far too late. The ChatGPT had requested that he resubscribe to his subscription again. Frustrated and upset, Reggie shouted out, “Ugh, screw this! I swear, this company is growing more scummy and scummier every day!” Reggie clicked the end subscription and clicked off the ChatGPT website.

Reggie groaned in irritation, trying to figure out alternative options to ChatGPT’s AI software. He couldn’t use any other AI company’s software because he didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes. Then, an idea struck him. Maybe he should create his own AI that could work with RegCode and his humanoid robot project. But first, he needed to find the money for more servers. They were expensive if he tried to buy them at Best Buy.

Reggie sighed, contemplating his options. Then, he had a brilliant idea. He got up from his chair, grabbed his car keys and jacket, and headed outside the garage. Inside the car, he picked up his glasses and put them on, so he could read the signs clearly. He started the car engine and headed to the pawn shops and junkyard to find computer parts to build his own servers from scratch.