Inspiration and Strangers

Richard had created her while mimicking the physiques of the inhabitants of the Digital realm. She was designed after them but was clearly not one of them, she was designed with the crown on her head because she was created to be the best amongst them, she wasn't just an A.I, she was created to be Queen of A.Is. In simpler terms, Richard had used all the information he had about the physiology of the inhabitants of the digital realm then used that to design a being that would be vaster better than them in everything.

"How do you like your home?" Richard asked as he stood up from the couch

[I think it was designed with the Males in mind] Queen replied as she waved her hand and the entire space was remade

Seeing her in action, Richard smiled since it meant that his aim was achieved, she was indeed better than the regular A.Is and programs in the Digital realm. Just like humans, the inhabitants of the Digital realm couldn't manipulate their environment but Queen could do so.

"You're learning" Richard said with a nod as he left the V.S to return to the real world

In doing so, Richard instantly gained a weird feeling that made him feel as though he was connected to someone or something. Despite the weird feeling, Richard immediately smiled since he knew that it was the established link between him and Queen. In other to ensure constant communication between them, Richard had created the technological version of a telepathic link. It meant that as long he wasn't somewhere too remote then he could access Queen's database.

With Queen done, Richard decided to go for a stroll after all. He had been indoors for the entirety of the past week and more if you could the distorted time in the virtual space. The stroll may not do much but it would at least help to clear his mind and possibly maybe give him the inspiration he needed.

Richard left the house and headed straight for the park. It had everything he needed now, people to absorb knowledge from, quietness and a somewhat pleasant smell that he still hadn't figured out where it was coming from.

It was a good place to stay and free his mind from all the worries that came with his life. He was in a universe where he knew he could die at any moment at the hands of some god, demon, ninja or vampire. It was all possible and naturally he hadn't truly rested his mind since he was always worried about what to do next and how to solve one issue or the other and as of recent. How to manage working with Doom.

"Noo, honey you don't just each it like that, it's the insides that you need not the outside" A woman said to correct her kid who was trying to eat some fruit

"It's a mango, it doesn't matter as long as its washed" Richard thought to himself after all the kid was holding a yellow mango not the green one

Looking at the child and its mother, Richard couldn't help but smile. There was a time he and his mother used to come to this park along with Uncle Jon then spend a few hours here doing absolutely nothing. His memories were great unfortunately that happened with the former Richard Griffon, which meant that it happened before his soul came here.

"That means I was wrong" Richard suddenly said out loud

"The program is already as perfect as it can be, it wouldn't work because the main thing isn't there" Richard said as though he had reached some epiphany.

"It seems I have caught you at a great time" a slightly elderly voice called out drawing Richard's attention.

Turning towards the source, Richard found himself face to face with a bald man in a wheelchair and around him were a group of people. A man in regular clothes but was wearing an oddly thick sunglasses, a rough looking man that looked to be in his late 40s, two young women, one with red hair and the other with just plain white hair.

"Those are very basic but oddly correct descriptions of us" The lady with red hair said with a smile as the bald man answered

"And who are you?" Richard asked while giving himself a mental high-five after all despite their probing into his mind, it seemed that they didn't figure out that he knew them. Whoever dropped him here may have taken a few steps of precaution.

"My name is Professor Charles Xavier, founder of Xavier's school for the gifted and these are my associates, Logan, Scott Summers, Jean Grey and Finally Ororo Monroe" The bald man gave a quick introduction.