The first day at a new school is never easy. The red brick building of Walkerville Elementary looms oppressively, despite the students' art displayed on the walls. Your parents say not to worry, but as you step into the new class, you feel alone.
Just then, a strange woman in a colorful dress approaches. Her manic smile and frizzly red hair tied in a bun convince you this is "The Frizz" you've heard so much about.
Towering over you, pet iguana on her shoulder, stands the enigma herself: Ms. Frizzle.
"Ah, a new student!" she says, her face beaming excitement.
You nod sheepishly, but you admit the optimism and excitement are contagious. As you enter, Ms. Frizzle introduces you to the rest of the class.
"Everyone! Give a warm Walkerville welcome to our newest student, ${name}!" Ms. Frizzle announces.
The class gives you a warm reception and you're lead to your desk where you begin to settle in. After the morning announcements come over the speakers, Ms. Frizzle begins to draw on the chalkboard.
"Computers are amazing!" Ms. Frizzle says. "Computers can even generate stories, just like a human writer."
Ms. Frizzle begins to draw a complicated diagram on the board.
"This is called a weighted neural network," Ms. Frizzle says. "This diagram only has a few 'neurons' but a real AI can have billions of these, connected by weights, represented as vectors."
"Ms. Frizzle," you raise your hand. "Isn't this a little advanced for second grade?"
"Oh?" she asks. "Would it be better to see it all in person?!"
"I—what?!"
"That's right, everyone, to the bus! It's time for a field trip!"
You and the class are ushered to Ms. Frizzle's bus; a strangely animate School Bus.
"Seatbelts everyone!" Ms. Frizzle commands as she mashes a button with the letters 'AID' on it.
In a flash, you find yourself shrunk down and traveling through a spectral tube of 1s and 0s. Soon, you're surrounded by a web of numbers and shapes.
"This is the inside of AI Dungeon. You can see someone writing a story about