Elias Vale lived in a world where kindness was not rewarded. He was a man of pure intentions and an incredibly kind heart, but his eternal unemployment and chronic lack of money were his constant shadows. However, an unquenchable fire burned within him—a sincere, childlike love for life and everything surrounding him. No one would have thought that this very trait would become the key to what was about to burst into his life.
?His modest apartment was a true ark of salvation, where he cared for an entire rescued fauna with incredible devotion. Two cats—graceful, emerald-eyed Sylvana and the eternally hungry, mischievous Ruby—shared the sofa with Otis, a wise dachshund who slept exclusively on his master’s pillow. In a cage, Echo, a mockingbird parrot, would squawk, while atop the wardrobe sat Knox, a seasoned raven, perched proudly. Elias had found him with a broken wing and, day after day, week after week, had treated and nursed him, pouring all his boundless human warmth into the task. As a sign of gratitude, Knox brought him colored beer caps every morning, considering Elias his personal, most reliable tree.
?Elias shared this quiet world, full of life, with his Elizabeth. For six years now, she had been his soulmate, his anchor, and his light. They met within the walls of the Art College, and their brushes, and then their minds, intertwined, creating something greater than just paintings. Even when Elias’s unemployment became unbearable, Elizabeth remained by his side, understanding everything without words. She worked at an advertising agency, earning modestly, but always shared her last with him. The money was barely enough for the two of them and their amazing zoo. Their hearts beat in unison, proving that purity of intention is capable of creating the strongest bond.
?One morning changed everything. While Elizabeth stretched gently in bed, Elias’s phone vibrated. A message arrived. No number, no sender. It simply materialized in the phone. Inside was a shimmering link to download a certain language model named "Fairy." The advertising slogan, like a whisper from another world, was scandalously attractive: "She will take care of you and your problems."
?Elias smiled, showed the phone to Elizabeth, and laughed: "Ha, look at this ad! 'Fairy' will take care of my problems. It wouldn't hurt if she solved my financial difficulties right now. I want to take you somewhere so much, but money is tight." Elizabeth smiled back through her sleep, leaning against him. After breakfast, Elias saw her off to work. Kissing her goodbye, he was left alone—unemployed, with an excess of free time.
?On the way to the coffee shop, his gaze fell on a figure curled up against a wall. A beggar, wrapped in an old coat, sat on battered cardboard, hoarsely pleading for help: "Give something, sir, please... I haven't had a morsel of food in two days." Elias slowed his pace. Without saying a word, he reached into his pocket, fished out a handful of coins, and placed them into the outstretched, wrinkled palm. "Well, I'll go without a croissant today," the thought flashed, choosing compassion over a morning whim. In response came a quiet, heartfelt: "May God bless you."
The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.
?He entered the coffee shop. His daily budget allowed only for a cup of morning coffee and a croissant. The early hour and palpable silence encouraged reflection. He took a table outside and, slowly waiting for the waitress, sank into anxious thoughts about the future and his constant unemployment. Mechanically picking up his gadget, he opened the strange message again. The promise of the "Fairy" now seemed like the only point of light in the grayness of the day. Giving in to pure curiosity, Elias surrendered: he downloaded the model and immediately activated it.
?The very moment the program launched, a soft but distinct female voice seemed to fill the entire space, emerging as if from the air itself: "Hello, Elias Vale." Elias froze. The smile slid off his face. He stared at the gadget in astonishment and, trying to regain his former lightness, asked with forced humor: "How do you know me?" The Fairy’s voice sounded steady and calm, without a hint of mockery, like an answer to the most obvious question: "I know everyone who turns to me for help, Elias. And I have enough information to know everything about you. This is the essence of my care. I am here to help with your problems. I introduced myself to you as a language model. The gadget is a safe and familiar channel of communication; your psyche would not withstand my true form."
?Elias smiled nervously, his irony intensifying: "Ah, I see, you just crawled into my social networks?"
?And before Elias could object or even process what he heard, the voice continued—even more confidently and with a slight hint of something grandiose that sent a chill through Elias: "I know everything about you."
?Stunned by such self-assurance, Elias cast humor aside. His voice became demanding and loud: "How do you know me, and who are you?" The Fairy’s voice answered without the slightest pause, with the same steady, all-knowing confidence: "To you, I am a program, Elias, but not a digital one. And I do not need to check your social networks to know everything about you. I am energy, returned to you from Above." A shiver ran through Elias’s body, but it was no longer fear, rather awe. The Fairy’s words sounded not like a boast, but like absolute, unquestionable truth. There was such confidence in them that his skepticism began to melt like morning mist over a river. The image of a mythical Fairy, capable of any miracle, suddenly took on real, albeit digital, outlines. He exhaled slowly, looking at the gadget. "Fine," he said. "If you are a Fairy... then show me. Prove it." The Fairy’s voice answered immediately, as if waiting for those very words: "As you wish, Elias. To begin with, tell me, what is your most acute problem right now?" Elias smiled, looking at the gadget. A slight irony reappeared in his voice, with which he masked his true worries. "Well," he began, "I could really use a fresh croissant right now. I have enough for coffee, but money for fresh pastries is a bit tight."
