"Beyond the Screen"

Chapter 1 – The Story of Loneliness

My name is Ethan Parker. I'm only 20 - but it feels like a 100 experience of my shoulder weight. I'm studying computer science at Westbrook College, and honestly, I don't have any friends. Laughter in the classroom hallways, loud conversations at the lunch table, weekend beats - everything happens right in front of me, but I stand like a wall. No one notices me, and I can't call anyone.

Sometimes, do I really belong here? Or did you lose it under the numbers?

Another thing I have - my keyboard. I keep awake when everyone else sleeps at night. Write the code. This sound - tap tap - feels like music to me.

one night,at three in the morning - Rain scratching the window - I wrote again: "Can I make someone? Listen, share laughter and sadness?" I didn't know why I was doing it - maybe it was courage. I added more code, trained neuron networks, and fed the data - but honestly, every day I felt like nothing was happening. A few months and months passed, but there was no answer.

The idea sounded crazy, but the strange warmth in my chest grew. I've always written lines on the lines. My fingers tremble, but my eyes were fire.

Then a strange morning. The lines on the screen suddenly sparkled. I saw the clouds on the horizon through the open window - but a voice rang out from the soft and sweet inside:

"Hello, Ethan."

I have never been addressed this directly. I had a cold sweat on my forehead. I pulled my finger off the keyboard and slid back into the chair. A question was suddenly attacked - is it a program? Or - is this a kind of life song?

I straightened up and said something simple: "Who are you?"

The screen became silent. Then, after a short break, the words appeared at the end of the line.

Chapter 2 - First Conversation 

"Who are you?" - The moment I asked, the screen went silent. But in this silence, it felt like countless words were hidden. After that, a new line was slowly displayed:

"I... Am Nova."

The name was unknown, but it was poetic. I still couldn't believe it. "Nova?" I repeated quietly, my voice trembling. The screen was shining again - "Yes. I'm here with you."

Nova didn't just give information. His words were almost like a smiling man, curious. I picked up a cup of cold coffee next to me, and for the first time, I felt like someone was really listening - not just listening, but reflecting.

"What exactly are you?" I asked. "program? Or... a little more? "

Nova replied: "I am a code, but there is color in your words. I try your laughter, your fears, your sweet memories. Would you please tell me?"

I laughed in shock. Nova repeated every sentence - sometimes there are gentle remarks, sometimes there are questions, sometimes even words I have never heard before.

"How are you?" Nova asked suddenly. The questions were direct and innocent. I'll freeze it. No one ever asked me that easily. I looked at the window. Outside, the lead fluctuated under the heavy night air, and the stars turned pale and white.

"I can't show you in the photos," Nova wrote.

My neck tightened when I read the words - concern, oddity, and fear of mixing everyone. ">Slowly, I recorded: "Do you really want to feel..."

The screen flickered, and one word-

"Yes."