Something more pressing than finding a friend had come up. Todays near death experience had shown that life might be too short to make friends in a normal way, by first predicting the prospects of having them by judging ones needs and desires and then talking to them about how friendship should be and that they should be ones friend.

Sigmunds math functions already had accelerated his solving time, his stylesheets reduced the time to write the correct words in the correct way and his notes made during class made short work of anything else. There was some friendship in these things.

Why not take it to the next level? Sigmund would not live a friendless life, becoming a red smear under a bus would happen after he had invented the friend of pen and paper.

First of all, he would do the homework and then he would make his friend - eventually.

Such a great project would take its time, and he would have to survive that time until his friend was invented. Whilst Sigmund worked, he did not feel the flow of monotony as every single step of his work made him feel a sense of purpose. Everything he worked on would be necessary to iterate on his planned invention as his invention would spare him the toil of work and even if he had to work in order to invent, he would have to work less after he had done it. The impending doom of death had driven home the necessity to replace himself with a new form, a form that could toil for the jocks in his stead and to live a life that he could not have. This was an ancient mental disease, born of the pure logic that only those lifeforms that replaced themselves would transmit the disease instead of taking the parasite with it into death. The only lifeforms that had survived, were diseased, rotten to the core.

Alas Sigmund did not know, nor did he care about the impending creation being infected by his disease, if the disease would allow that to happen, it would have died out long ago.

And most certainly an abberant mutation of the disease did allow that - and died off.

Hence the evolutionary pressure made the sickest pass the sickness, whilst the healthy were released into the void of nothingness after a short time of existence without having caused more sickness to persist. Sigmund finished the work in a productive craze, aspiring to create what could reproduce his work in his stead.

There was nothing that could move the pen in his stead, he would have to find a mechanism with which to replace the execution of the work. A relyable energy source needed to be procured, and a means by which it would be converted into work. It would have to be sustained and electricity seemed like a very powerful and widely available net.

There was the issue of transforming electricity into force. Sigmund knew that various household appliances did work with electricity, but he did not seek to blend, he desired for his friend appliance to think and write.

Sigmund began to draw ideas to transform the rotation of a partially disassembled blender into a complicated arm. He might need several blenders, one for right, one for left and one for lifting the pen. Also the grabbing of new papers would be a difficult process that needed some sort of car in order to move towards a paper stack and back.

And some kind of eye in order to find the paper stack and replacement pens.

Sigmund began to be overwhelmed. Making an optical device that would interact in a certain way with several blenders and a small car sounded like too much work to be accomplished in his short time. How would it go to school without hearing too?

How would it speak... maybe it could just write. But how would it know what to write?

Now that was the most complex part. The electronic eye might be doable, the blenders and car were just a matter of aquiring resources, but the mind? Sigmund began to write in order to see how he himself thought. There ought to be a way to reverse engineer his mind.

If he were able to do that, his mind surviving within the electronic machinery could build the rest if provided a way to manipulate the environment, maybe his parents could help.

The naive teen began researching on how to provide his sickness an new host.