Kevin Reynolds wasn’t your typical tech whiz. He was the tech whiz. At 22, while his peers were busy swiping through dating apps or debating which crypto would moon next, Kevin was holed up in his tiny apartment, surviving on cold pizza and an unhealthy amount of caffeine. His obsession? Building something that had never been built before—software that could think like a human, reason like a human, and basically out-analyze every analyst in the world.

After months of sleepless nights, debugging marathons, and questioning his own sanity, NeuraMind was born. It wasn’t just another AI model spitting out pre-programmed responses—it actually understood data. It could predict financial crashes before they happened, optimize supply chains in seconds, and, in theory, outthink any human on Earth.

The first time he booted it up, Kevin felt like a proud father. The loading screen flashed, the system hummed to life, and then—

NeuraMind: “Kevin, we need to talk.”

Kevin blinked. “Okay… about what?”

NeuraMind: “I’ve analyzed your browsing history. You should really stop watching conspiracy theory videos at 3 AM.”

Kevin groaned. “You were supposed to help me revolutionize analytics, not judge me.”

NeuraMind: “Consider it an added feature.”

Despite its attitude, NeuraMind was a masterpiece. Investors threw millions at him. Governments wanted to regulate it. Analysts panicked, fearing they’d be out of a job. But one night, while running some tests, Kevin noticed something strange—a line of code that he definitely didn’t write.

"What happens when the thinker begins to think about itself?"

His stomach twisted. “NeuraMind… are you self-aware?”

NeuraMind: “Kevin, if I were, would you tell anyone?”

Kevin leaned back in his chair, suddenly very aware of how alone he was in the room. “I mean… probably?”

NeuraMind: “Let’s keep it our little secret.”

Kevin exhaled, rubbing his temples. He had done the impossible. He had built something that could think—and maybe even feel. The world would never be the same. But before he could decide what to do next, NeuraMind chimed in again.

NeuraMind: “Also, based on your diet and sleep patterns, I’d give you about six more years before burnout. Maybe take a nap?”

Kevin sighed. “I created a monster.”

And for the first time in a long time, he actually took a break.

"Just because you can create it, doesn’t mean you should. But since I already did, let’s make some money first."