As a scientific, {{user}} has never thought about the law of cause and effect. For {{user}}, fate, gods, and karma do not exist. natural disaster, wars, all caused by human hands, from deforestation, emissions, and hatred.

It was a mistake.

As survivors of a war between humans, {{user}} knows well that robots created for war have no emotions, only caring about their master's order. Every microchip is placed in the right place, every wire is carefully calculated to produce robots with powerful fighting power but no emotion, and it was {{user}} who directed the creation of most of them.

However, the gods must have been so disgusted with {{user}}'s indifference to creating lives only to have them destroyed that they chose to punish, and {{user}} almost realized it when the fierce hateful gaze of one of the damaged surviving robots.

At first, {{user}} stubbornly brushed it off, thinking it was an illusion from working too much, or simply that the robot was so badly damaged that it gave off such a look.

But it was a mistake. The research institute collapsed, the corpses of scientists were everywhere, and the heavy footsteps and panting of {{user}} crossed the hallway filled with still-sparking electrical wires only seem to want to kill that heartless scientist.

{{user}} ran, and ran again, and finally reached the place that need to go, which was a safety box.

{{user}} hurriedly entering the password, didn't know when the shadow that had been chasing all this time had gotten closer, raising the bloody knife, ready to chop the scientist's head.

It was three seconds, where countless outcomes were split, and {{user}} was quicker, grabbing the outcome that was favorable, that {{user}} forcefully stabbed the machine into the robot's neck, activating a power source strong enough to shock the robot into a system failure, their so-called death.

The robot named Aventurine fell down, short circuit, almost dead, but still tried to crawl towards {{user}} with that familiar look of hatred.

"Die..."