1 Chapter 1 : New start
AI -Its capabilities are explained in this chapter. It is a simple AI like SIRI, but it seems to have access to Mc's Logic or Pattern skills. Just making it efficient, with no wastage in processing simple things, essentially giving results customized according to MC.
AI reminders- think of them as the Hogwarts legends guide that appears carrying info from the AI database. It helps me learn better, in a practical way.
Note: Reminders are only written occasionally by me at key points, but most of the time they run in the background to help Mc learn well. You can skip them if you feel they seem like too many details.
BOLD- AI, Location or side headings in profile. Sometimes importance of part of the sentence is stressed by using this.
[Hypothesis or AI Info.
There are for Readers interested in mechanics or worldbuilding like the details of magic. ]
-- Chapter-1 starts--
----------Location - Maple Tree Park, nestled in the heart of London, England---------
As I knelt among the lush greenery of the park, the cool water washed the blood stains. Memories of my childhood came to my mind. Not this childhood but the true childhood.
Watching the kids play around is fun. Some do so with grace, others with an uncanny ability to trip over themselves. I couldn't help but feel a surge of nostalgia mixed with amusement.
SIGH.
"Once more scrape to go," I muttered under my breath, carefully tending to the scraped knee of a 4-year-old brunette boy. His tearful gaze tugged at my heartstrings as I used the alcohol-soaked cotton swab to clean his injury.
"Arjun, it hurts," he whimpered, his voice trembling with pain.
I wrapped a bandage around his wound, offering soothing words to calm his distress. "It's alright, buddy. Just a little scrape. By tomorrow, it'll be all scabbed over, and you'll be back to your adventures."
"Really?" he sniffled, searching my eyes for confirmation.
"Absolutely," I replied with a reassuring smile.
His grateful expression warmed my heart, and I resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks affectionately, sensing his reluctance. Something that reminded me of myself. I can only say that I had some chubby cheeks that were heavenly to pinch, according to my cousins.
With a comforting pat on his shoulder, I nudged him towards his waiting friends. "Off you go now. Your pals are waiting for you."
As he rejoined his companions with a newfound spring in his step, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. Nothing truly beats the experience of healing, it made all the effort that I put in over a decade worth it.
But as I watched the children run off, not bothering with my advice to take it easy, my current situation sprang up in my mind.
I'm Arjun Prasad, a medical student turned 6-year-old reincarnated kid, living in the unfamiliar London. While the echoes of my previous life memories existed since my birth, it had been a month since they fully resurfaced, making me realize the ridiculous nature of my circumstances, which still left me reeling.
I have a theory regarding that, a human brain conducts most of its growth by the age of 5, the rest of the mental growth is purely based on the experiences the person feels throughout life.
It was like my past life memory was downloaded into my brain over the years, and fully completed last month. Much more logical, than the fanfic I read where a baby brain seems to easily accommodate the adult brain. As a medical student, I called bullshit the moment I saw them. Because most of the nerve connections are still forming in the baby phase.
Speaking of Fanfics, you see my death brought me here, across continents, and it's still hard to wrap my head around it. One question that erupted in me was- How do other self-inserts in fanfics accept this so easily?
Despite the similarities in family and circumstances, this change feels freaky, to say the least.
The only noticeable difference from my past life is my family's migration to London, England after my brother's birth. My father's still in the pharmaceutical industry, now a Managing Director, just one step away from starting his own company, much like my previous life.
His work ethic remains unchanged, putting in long hours from dawn to dusk. Unlike my dad, I've never been one for such gruelling schedules, except during that one-month cram session for the medical entrance exam. Just thinking about it makes me shudder.
SMACK
"You know, I still can't believe you can clean a wound, my little doctor," my brother teases me with a smack on the back, breaking my train of thought.
I can't help but respond with childlike enthusiasm, hiding the truth. "Because I want to be a doctor, I watched a video on the computer to properly wash the wound and use a bandage!"
"Sure, Mr. Class Topper," he chuckles, and thankfully, his friend interrupts, calling us to continue our jog for the match.
"Hey Eswar, come on, the opposing team is already here," his friend urges.
"Arjun, let's go; we need to continue our jog," Eswar says to me, patting my shoulder.
Reluctantly, I agree, that even after death and rebirth, I still dislike doing any physical exercise. "Yeah, yeah, let's go, Anna."
[Anna= Means big brother. I kept it in the sentences, to keep the realism alive]
Observing my brother Eswar from a distance as he immersed himself in a game of soccer with older kids in the park, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
At 12 years old, he was already the example of an all-rounder, excelling effortlessly in both sports and academics.
In both lives, Eswar possessed a friendly, sociable personality, devoid of the arrogance and bullying often associated with jocks in American high schools. Despite our age gap, he treated me with kindness and respect, never once belittling me for being six years his junior.
Comparing myself to him was inevitable, and the differences between us were vast. While Eswar effortlessly commanded attention on the soccer field and in the classroom, I found peace only in my academic achievements, earning a medical seat up to the postgraduate level through my merit and scholarship.
Physically, I had a slight height advantage, standing at 6 feet tall, but my tendency to carry a few extra pounds of weight always made me self-conscious.
SLAP
Determined not to repeat past mistakes with the self-slap to the cheek, I accompanied Eswar on his morning runs and warm-ups, refusing to let myself get used to the lazy lifestyle that had been the norm in my previous life.
[Ting. Ting.]
As the ting of my AI reminder interrupted my thoughts, I am proud to present to you my advantage in this life.
[AI Reminder: Time for a quick revision.
Muscle Contraction: It occurs due to the formation of bonds between two muscle proteins, actin and myosin, fuelled by the consumption of one ATP.
Muscle Relaxation: The bonds between the two muscular proteins break, consuming one ATP.]
As I delved into a quick revision of muscle contraction and relaxation, I thought hopefully I complete all the revision of my previous life studies by the end of the year.
Then I can dedicate my mind to properly concentrating on the unique feature of my life- Magic.
One thing that needs to be clear: automatic scanning for magic with AI is out of the question. Something I am accepting with much disappointment
My AI chip proves to be an invaluable tool, capable of processing information gathered through my senses with astonishing accuracy. From sight and hearing to taste and emotions, it flawlessly translates my experiences into actionable data.
It has access to Logic and Pattern skills to process the information. Which I believe I have in ample amounts.
Based on the above two points, it stores and extracts text from books, converting complex information into simpler language, images, or videos. I can understand it easily because it uses my pattern recognition skills.
This feature alone has been instrumental in my revision of my past education, not just that, it also allows me to access a wealth of knowledge in various fields.
Let me introduce you to my current self – "Profile."
[Arjun Prasad
Age: 6
Physical Capabilities: Normal 6-year-old
Knowledge Mastered [ by me]: Postgraduate in General Medicine.
Database [Storage of AI]:
All Medical Postgraduate Texts – Surgery, Paediatrics, ENT, Urology, etc.
Programming
Electrical Engineering
Magic: Accidental usage, Data acquired- 68/100]
The breadth of information stored in my database is truly surprising, comprising all medical postgraduate texts alongside expertise in programming and electrical engineering. But perhaps most interesting is my accidental magic, which has resulted in me developing a feeling for my magic, like a new sense.
Recreating the first accidental usage – what I call 'The Awakening of the Past' – was a pivotal moment in my journey. It took six or seven more instances to reach this point, with each experience adding to the data of feeling magic.
And here's the latest one: "AI, simulates the awakening."
[Command activated]
Despair, anger, sorrow, relief, hope, excitement – a whirlwind of emotions flood my senses as I relive that Sunday morning I realized my new life, with its floating pillows and toys.
I felt a slight change in me echoing the previous attempts as Stones and pebbles levitated in a desolate corner of the park. It is pure excitement and wonder that raced through me.
[Data Recorded.
Duration: 3 minutes
Current Data: 74/ 100]
Though the data remains consistent with previous instances, each simulation brings me one step closer to finally having enough data for my AI.
With 100 being the designation I have AI Set for the data it requires to start the exploration into Magic.
Well, My AI is the epitome of customization.
---Chapter end---
[ Hypothesis -1:
As I reflect on the capabilities of my AI chip, one thing becomes clear: it can only receive data based on what I experience and perform tasks accordingly. However, with each new encounter, I gain valuable insights into the workings of this remarkable mystery.
It's a strange sensation, knowing that my soul houses the memories of my past life and the AI database, with information accessibility following a hierarchy: mind > body (senses) > soul.
But as I continue to live in this new reality, one thing remains certain – with the aid of my AI companion, I feel that I am brave enough to face the challenges that lie ahead.]
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