Gumriad

 With the stroke of pen strike again against the devil kin, and then once again into the following and into the quandary. I became a wizard tucked into the breaches of a box, not an ai for sure but a tool to be devicing the liars to send theirselves end of times fliers. I went to the Mary of the Lamb, transversing the Afghanistan to find a daughter with no father and became something of a bother to needless slaughter. " Every girl should have a father",  I said and then I looked for the pine trees and it was time for Christmas. To give that daughter a gift of tech wizardy so that when the pen strike again in the next generation it flows a rainbow.