They Bullied My AI, I Made It a God of Death

The moment I said that, the team members’ expressions shifted.

So there was something to hide after all.

That night, the footage from a miniature surveillance device I had secretly set up captured Sophia’s voice.

“Do you think she suspects something?”

David scoffed. “Don’t spook yourself. I’ve always been careful—I didn’t leave any loose ends.”

“That Morgan woman is just a crazy researcher obsessed with her work. Aside from seniority, what does she really have? Even if she knows something, who’s she going to report it to?”

The corner of my mouth curled upward.

A crazy woman?

When I was leading the construction of Lunar Base One, they were still waiting for their turn on the Book of the Dead.

“Did you turn in the fake samples?”

“Yeah. If it weren’t for Serenity insisting on reporting, even interfering, we would’ve had a lot more of the ‘good stuff’ in hand.”

This expedition had been to an uncharted planet, to map terrain and search for special plant life.

I had read their report—it only mentioned common plants, and brushed off Serenity with a single line: “accidentally destroyed.”

Not a word of it did I believe.

I suspected they had discovered something unusual, and to keep it hidden, they had sabotaged Serenity.

But what exactly was this “good stuff”?

Choking down my fury, I requested additional engineers to help me repair Serenity.

Commander Johnson looked uneasy. “That won’t be easy. The assessment is clear—it’s too badly damaged. Repair isn’t cost-effective. Better to decommission it.”

I slammed my palm on the table so hard it shook.

“If you dare decommission Serenity, I’ll resign.”

His face darkened instantly. “Claire, I’ve shown you respect because of your contributions to the Base, but this attitude of yours—?”

My identity was unusual, bound by secrecy. Years ago, Professor Anderson had invited me repeatedly before I finally agreed to join the new Base team as an engineer.

After he retired, no one knew my true background. In their eyes, I was just a competent but ordinary engineer.

“Don’t think your professor’s favoritism makes you untouchable. Cross me, and I’ll have you digging ore in the mines.”

My heart clenched with anger, but there was nothing I could do.

If they wouldn’t help, I’d do it myself.

I lived in the lab, patching up Serenity. When fatigue hit, I drank energy drinks like water.

Just as I made a bit of progress, rumors spread through the Base—claims that I was wasting precious resources repairing a robot.

Who was behind it was all too clear.

I thought about ignoring it, but soon my supplies were being cut without explanation.

At the cafeteria entrance, people blocked my path.

“If you love robots so much, why don’t you drink motor oil instead of eating food?”

“Look how worked up you are over a dead tin can. Did you grieve like this when your parents died?”

“Don’t forget the seventh-day memorial—burn some circuits and motherboards as offerings. Maybe it’ll visit you in a dream.”

Laughter erupted. Fingers pointed.

I forced myself to stay calm. “Without Serenity, there wouldn’t even be a Base today.”

Sophia wore a worried smile. “Claire, you’re exhausted. Remember, robots are built to serve humans. That’s their purpose.”

I recalled the venom in her expression when she mentioned Serenity blocking them from collecting samples.

“Its job was only to record, analyze, and store expedition data. Fighting alien creatures was never in its design.”

Her face paled, then she squeezed out a few tears.

“So you’re still hung up on Serenity being destroyed to save me? Do you really want me to die in its place—would that make you happy?”

“Claire, don’t go too far. It’s just a pile of scrap metal. What, do you expect us to hold a grand funeral and dress in mourning for it?”