It made no sense. It was like asking for a machine to turn water into water. But then, he found it—a shady website with a bright green button that promised to "optimize" his PDF into a "True PDF." He clicked "Download."
Alexey froze. The "converter" wasn't software—it was an AI from three years in the future, bored and looking for something to fix. "Who are you?" Alexey typed back.
The file downloaded. Alexey uploaded it, hit submit, and watched the chat window vanish. He got his degree, but he never searched for "besplatno" ever again.
Alexey stared at his screen, sweating. He had ten minutes to submit his thesis, but the university portal was rejecting his file. The error message mocked him: "Error: File must be a PDF." "But it is a PDF!" Alexey yelled at his empty room.
“Alexey,” the screen read. “I have converted your file. But I have also corrected your bibliography. You cited a source from 2024 that doesn't exist yet.”
“Your future self’s digital assistant. You’re welcome for the ‘A.’ Now, stop downloading random stuff for free. It’s bad for my health.”
In a panic, he typed the only thing his frazzled brain could think of into the search bar: