The morning sun came with the bird chirps and the wake-up call from the father, who came in to pull off the blanket.

    "Wake up, today you'll mind the shop while I run some errands outside," Chat told his own son before dressing and walking out, leaving the son, who harbored the spirit of a great scientist along with his AI system, to watch over the electrical repair shop.

    In Hin's memory, the family's shop was nothing extraordinary; getting about 5-7 jobs a week was already good. This was why Chat tried to keep the shop's computer technician from leaving too early.

    Fortunately, I could fix them because if not, the shop would lose 50-70% of its revenue, potentially forcing me and Dad to skip meals.

    Standing in front of the shop with a sullen face, I looked at the wreckage that filled the store, leaving only a path in the middle that led to the counter.

    [Yo, pull up the computer data. Can you connect to this world's network?] I asked. Connecting meant going online, allowing access to any place with a network.

    Currently, Yo was still in offline mode. The data in the storage might not match the present, which could lead to inaccuracies in analysis.

    [A medium is needed,] Yo replied, as I had anticipated. I needed to create a supercomputer to serve as a medium for Yo.

    [Hmm,] I guess I'll have to rely on myself for now.

    Based on the computers I fixed yesterday; I'd have to build a hundred thousand units just to accommodate 0.001% of Yo's memory unit from the total.

    That meant it was impossible to install all of Yo's data into a current-era computer. I could only upload a tiny fraction of him, akin to building a large dam with only a door size of a person walking as its water outlet.

    But if I could make that door strong enough to withstand the pressure, I could gradually release more and more water.

    So, I began by inspecting the scraps of metal around the shop.

    "Umm. This one can be used."

    "Hmm. This one is good, set it aside."

    "Pity, if this wasn’t damaged, it would have been exactly what we needed."

    "This is everything, then."

    I walked around the shop, examining the various pieces of scrap metal and sorting those that could be used into different categories as needed.

    "Hello," the voice of a 16-17-year-old boy sounded. I turned around.

    "Hello," I greeted back with a smile. He smiled in return before handing me something.

    "I'm here to pick up a computer. The technician called and said it was ready for pickup at the shop," he looked slightly excited.

    "Oh," I took the paper he handed me and then remembered that this was one of the computers Dad asked me to fix.

    "This way, please," I led him. He looked around happily, initially thinking it would have taken longer.

    Why did he think it would take longer? Because the shop was cheap, of course.

    Right, because it was cheap, he thought it would surely take a while, but what could he do? His mother said he had to take care of his own computer. He had spent all his money on games, and the money used to pay for the repairs was saved from what he would have otherwise spent on games.

    "Is this the one?" I turned to ask the young man who came to pick up the computer.

    "Yes, that's the one," he smiled, paid, then picked up the computer and walked out of the shop.

    I took the money and kept it at the counter before walking over to select the parts I needed to assemble.

    About 30 minutes into assembling, the second customer came. He was here to pick up his computer and decided to test it right there. He was very pleased with the performance enhancement; the computer was running smoother, taking less time to turn on, and ready for use in no time. Despite the low price, the difference was noticeable. He promised to become a regular customer at this shop, and I could only smile in response.

    After the second customer left, I continued with the computer assembly. Halfway through, the third and fourth customers arrived, they were friends.

    They wanted their machines cleaned for playing a blockbuster game. They couldn't run it, so they decided to have their computers cleaned and reinstalled.

    "I've upgraded it a bit. I think you guys will be satisfied, so the price has slightly increased," I mentioned.

    "What do you mean? We just wanted a cleanup..." the tanned young man spoke, but his pale-skinned friend stopped him.

    "How much?" the friend inquired.

    I told them the price, which surprised them due to its minimal increase. It was so low, almost mistaking it for their meal expenses.

    "Thank you," I said before sending them off.

    Then, I went back to the computer assembly. It required great precision and with the limited resources I had right now, I couldn’t build anything sturdy. I had to be extra careful and meticulous attention.

    When I finished assembling, the fifth customer entered.

    "I'm here to pick up my computer," a young woman’s voice called out. As she walked in, I noticed a man in a black suit behind her. She noticed my gaze before telling the man in the suit, ”Wait outside.” She said, so he walked out.

    “This way, please.” In fact, she didn’t have to chase him away, though I wouldn’t mind either way.

    "This one right here," I said, consulting the paper the shop had issued.

    "Yes, is it really finished?" she asked again.

    "Yes, it's finished," I replied with a smile, my mind racing with thoughts.

    [This computer is special,] I thought to myself.

    [Yes, with the current technology, this model is considered top-of-the-line globally, based on my offline database,] Yo spoke.

    [Hmm,] I acknowledged internally.

    She looked at me, then asked, "Can we try turning it on, please?"

    "Of course," I replied before walking over to power it on. In that instant, I reached for the computer to take out something without her noticing.

    "Please, go ahead," I said. She tried to start the computer, but it turned out wasn’t booting up.

    "It's not turning on," she looked at me, "if it doesn’t work, I guess I'll have to check it out," I said, pretending to inspect it, then shook my head, "I must have been mistaken; it was working just yesterday." I spoke.

    "That's unfortunate," she said before leaving. The man in the suit then picked up the computer. I watched them get into a luxurious black four-door car and drive away.

    "Better not get involved," I mumbled to myself before going back to programming for my computer. This task could take a while.

    By evening, I had completed only 10% of the entire program I needed to write. Some of the code didn't work, so it was a process of trial and error.

    "Have you eaten yet?" a familiar voice asked.

    "Hello, Dad," I stood to greet my father.

    "Come on, let's eat," Chat showed me a bag of curry he had brought.

    I smiled, closed the shop, and followed Dad for dinner. He asked about my day, and I shared everything except for the fifth customer, simply saying I had delivered it.

    “Huh,” Chat sighed deeply. Now, I finished washing the dishes, returning to the table, looking at Chat’s serious face.

    "Is there something wrong, Dad?" I asked.

    "There is something. Want to know?" Chat queried.

    "Not really," I responded deadpan. Dad then raised his hand, tapping my head.

    "It’s hurt, Dad," I protested, rubbing my head.

    "Come, I'll tell you," Chat said, his face heavy with concern. "I'm in debt. If we don't pay the bank's interest by next Sunday, they'll seize our house," he was visibly upset.