Omnitrix in MCU (Rewrite)

Ben sat cross-legged on the floor of his cluttered bedroom, surrounded by a sea of salvaged electronics and alien tech components he made . A dim desk lamp flickered above him, casting uneven light on his blueprints pinned haphazardly to the wall. In the center of his makeshift workspace lay a partially assembled core—a shimmering orb with intricate etchings and a faint glow emanating from within.

"This is it," Ben murmured, his voice laced with determination. "The moment I stop dreaming about it and actually build it."

He grabbed a soldering iron, adjusting its temperature. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he began connecting the delicate circuits inside the core. Every wire he soldered into place, every microchip he embedded, felt like a step closer to bringing his vision to life.

Ben spent the first day sketching the design for Baymax. The AI he envisioned wasn't just functional—it was empathetic, intuitive, and able to assist him in every aspect of his projects. He wanted an AI that could think, feel, and evolve.

By turning in greymatter, Ben designed a compact AI core. The core would house Baymax's consciousness and function as its brain. Unlike conventional AI systems requiring massive server farms, Baymax would rely on quantum computing and alien-inspired data compression techniques. The design incorporated both human technology and home made alien components he'd painstakingly made over the past few months.

"First, I'll need to stabilize the power core," Ben noted, drawing arrows and annotations around his blueprint. "If this thing doesn't have a stable energy source, it'll blow up before it even wakes up."

On the third day, Ben ventured out to nearby junkyards and alleys, scouring for discarded electronics. He sifted through piles of old appliances, broken drones, and outdated computers, pulling out anything with salvageable components. His haul included a couple of damaged motherboards, a handful of capacitors, and a surprisingly intact battery pack from a scrapped electric vehicle.

"I can make this work," he muttered, loading the parts into his backpack. He avoided the curious stares of passersby, brushing off their questioning looks. Returning home, he spread his finds across his workspace, analyzing each component.

"This capacitor should handle the power spikes… And these microchips? Perfect for neural pathways," Ben said, his mind already racing with how he'd integrate them.

By the end of the first week, Ben focused entirely on constructing the AI core. This was the heart of Baymax, where all processing and decision-making would take place. He used a sphere-shaped casing made from metal . incredibly durable, and capable of withstanding high energy outputs.

He worked meticulously to install quantum processors within the sphere, wiring them to a custom energy distribution system. This system ensured that every processor received a steady flow of energy without overheating. Ben integrated liquid cooling channels into the design, using the same conductive liquid he'd developed for his Quantum Fluid Processor.

"Come on… Just a little more," Ben muttered as he carefully poured the liquid into the channels. It flowed smoothly, glowing faintly as it absorbed and distributed heat.

Day 10

With the hardware taking shape, Ben shifted his focus to programming Baymax's consciousness. He wanted Baymax to be more than a typical AI assistant—it had to learn, adapt, and form connections.

"I need a neural net capable of self-learning," Ben muttered, typing furiously at his keyboard. He referenced alien coding patterns from the Omnitrix's database, combining them with human machine-learning algorithms.

Day after day, he wrote and rewrote the AI's core code. He programmed an emotional framework, allowing Baymax to recognize and respond to human emotions. He even created a humor module, giving the AI the ability to crack jokes and lighten tense moments.

"You're going to be more than just lines of code," Ben whispered to the flickering lines of text on his screen. "You'll be my partner."

Not everything went smoothly. On the fifteenth day, while testing Baymax's core functionality, the entire system shorted out. Sparks flew, and a faint trail of smoke curled up from the core.

"No, no, no!" Ben yelled, scrambling to unplug the power source. He sat back, staring at the smoldering mess in front of him. "What did I do wrong?"

Frustration clawed at him as he dissected the core, searching for the issue. He realized that the quantum processors were drawing too much power, overwhelming the distribution system. It was a design flaw—a mistake that could have destroyed weeks of work.

"Alright, Ben," he said, taking a deep breath. "Learn from it. Fix it."

He spent the next two days reworking the power distribution system, adding redundant circuits and installing better voltage regulators. The process was grueling, but by the end of it, the core was more stable than ever.

 he worked tirelessly to assemble the final pieces. He connected the AI core to the data storage device he'd built—a compact, high-capacity module capable of storing vast amounts of information. He then integrated holographic projectors, allowing Baymax to display visual data and interact with the physical world.

Using salvaged drone parts, Ben added mobility to the AI core. Small propulsion units allowed it to float, giving Baymax the ability to move around independently.

On the twentieth day, Ben sat cross-legged in front of the finished device. The AI core gleamed under the dim light, its surface etched with glowing circuitry patterns. He double-checked every connection, every wire, and every component. Finally, he took a deep breath and connected the power source.

The room filled with a soft hum as the device came to life. Blue light pulsed through the core, and the holographic projectors activated, casting faint shapes into the air. Ben leaned forward, heart pounding.

"Come on, Baymax," he whispered. "Wake up."

The glow intensified, and then, for the first time, the AI spoke. Its voice was soft, calm, and filled with a faint curiosity.

"Hello, Creator."

Ben froze, a wave of emotion washing over him. He had done it. Months of work, endless setbacks, and countless hours of effort had culminated in this moment.

"Hey there, Baymax," he said, his voice trembling with pride. "Welcome to the world."

Over the next few days, Ben tested Baymax's functionality. The AI quickly adapted to its surroundings, analyzing data and learning from Ben's interactions. It cracked jokes, asked thoughtful questions, and even offered insights into Ben's projects.

Ben showed his ai to his parents , they to dumbstruck and freaked out see an Floating spherical object specking , Mom dad don't be scared it's an ai like those robots but just advanced.

"Baymax, what's the status of the cooling system?" Ben asked one evening.

"The liquid temperature is stable at 42 degrees Celsius," Baymax replied. "Also, your sister appears to have borrowed your soldering iron."

hearing it my sister hid behind my father and looked at baymax by peeking.

Ben laughed. "Looks like you're already keeping me on my toes."

By the end of the third week, Baymax had become more than just a tool—it was a companion. As he sat in his cluttered room, staring at the glowing AI core, Ben couldn't help but smile.