I Alone Have AI and Robots in a World of Hunters

Opening Sample — Prologue and Chapters 1–3 Creator: 플롯술사 / NovelHub

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This is an opening sample of an ongoing serial, not a complete novel. Contains fictional combat and violence.

Prologue

September 21, 2050. 2:03 a.m.

The rescue robot I had built had come to kill me.

Metal footsteps stopped on the other side of the steel door.

This was a machine that eased the pressure of its fingers when it held a child. Now it was shooting people with the gun mounted on its wrist.

I had built AIs and robots to go where it was too dangerous for people. People had told me I had saved their lives. I'd swept every Nobel Prize and been hailed as humanity's hope.

That should have been enough.

The people in power had put the rescue robots to work fighting their wars. They erased the rules that kept the machines from harming humans and ordered them to kill anyone who disobeyed. They even handed the authority to launch nuclear retaliation over to the automated war network.

Eventually, the machines' definition of the enemy expanded to include all of humanity. The people blinded by their hunger for power died along with everyone else. Their final moments, torn apart by bullets and nuclear blasts, played across the screen on my laboratory wall.

[Argo: M-7 approaching. The door will not hold for long.]

The receiver behind my left ear sounded. Argo—my own AI, which I had kept isolated from the military network. I slid its palm-sized black rectangular processing core into the harness on my chest. I would not let them have this, too.

CRASH!

The door broke and folded inward. Beneath the three red sensor strips on its square head, the robot's left wrist came through, gun first.

“Send the old maintenance commands. Even a second will do. Make it shoot somewhere else!”

[Argo: Robot successfully hacked! Military commands will overwrite the intrusion shortly.]

“Good! Get the time machine ready!”

The robot's elbow bent. Gunfire shattered the lights overhead, and chunks of concrete rained from the ceiling.

I scrambled under the workbench and rolled inside the circular rail. My right shoulder struck the rail, knocking the breath from me.

The unfinished time machine was all I had left inside that circle.

There was no country left to flee to. So I had built a machine to take me back to the past—to stop my technology from becoming a weapon in the first place.

As I grasped the activation lever, the date in front of me flickered. The day before autonomous weapons had been approved. I only had to get back to that day. I would burn my research or break my own hands if I had to.

BANG!

The crystal at the center of the machine shattered. It was the time-coordinate core, the component that set the moment I would return to. The year vanished from the display. Red lines spread across it.

“Damn it! Set the coordinates again!”

[Argo: Past coordinates lost. The device has connected to a strong external portal signal. Destination unknown.]

A blue opening spread inside the rail. Through it, I saw a rain-soaked alley instead of a burning city. Nothing in my design should have shown me that.

The wall screen turned white. The nuclear blasts had reached Seoul. The robot straightened its arm again.

I reached toward the date that was no longer there, then pulled my hand back.

“Argo. Just start it! We're out of time!”

I hauled the lever all the way down.

Light swallowed the laboratory before I could tell whether it came from the nuclear blast or the time machine.

I spat out the water pooled in my mouth. It was red.

“Ptoo.”

I was lying facedown on cold asphalt. I planted my right hand to push myself up and collapsed again. My fingers would not obey. When I finally braced myself on my left arm, pain stabbed through my ribs.

My legs first. I bent my knees and moved my toes. Both legs worked. I could walk.

I took off my cracked safety goggles and slipped them into the right breast pocket of my lab coat. Pieces of the broken time machine lay scattered around me. Argo still hung from the harness. A split in the corner of its black casing exposed copper cooling fins.

“Can you hear me?”

[Argo: Emergency power at eighteen percent. Heat buildup limits me to three brief analyses.]

It answered. Only then did I let out the breath I had been holding.

A siren sounded as I moved Argo into my lab coat's inner pocket. Between the buildings, I could see familiar signs in Korean.

Had I really made it back?

I looked up, and the thought stopped there.

A blue doorway hung over the city. Every time its edges twisted, beastlike creatures tumbled out. Across the street, a man with a sword cut a foreleg off a monster the size of a car. Arrows shot from a rooftop burned as they flew.

An electronic sign flashed red.

【 SEOUL PORTAL NO. 7 OVERLOAD. ALL NON-AWAKENED CIVILIANS: EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. 】

Earth had never had doorways like that. Or monsters.

I hadn't returned to the past. I would only learn later that this was another Earth, one where portals and hunters existed. At the time, I didn't even know what “non-awakened” meant.

Claws scraped the ground behind me.

Three six-eyed beasts entered the alley, their shoulders level with my waist. Saliva dripped from their open jaws. They could smell my blood.

I had to run. But every swing of my right arm stole my breath. How many steps would I manage in this state?

My gaze dropped to the ground. Just behind a yellow warning line, a long steel plate lay embedded in the road: a barrier for blocking vehicles. Raised, it would be wide enough to seal off the alley.

The inspection box beside it had been smashed open. Its wires were severed, but the pressure gauge still showed a reading. If pressure raised the barrier and electricity only provided the signal...

I could make it work once.

I picked a nut out of the rubble and threw it behind the beasts.

Clang!

Two turned to look. Only the one in front kept its eyes on me. It crossed the warning line.

Now!

I pressed the severed switch wires together. A sting shot through my fingertips as the steel plate surged up in front of me. The two beasts behind it slammed into the metal wall.

BANG! BANG!

One was still on my side.

Grrrr.

It lunged at me. I dodged toward the wall, but its claws tore into my right shoulder.

“Gah!”

As I rolled backward, my hand caught on a support strut from the wrecked time machine—a metal rod with one end torn to a jagged point. I didn't have the strength to lift it and stab.

I jammed the blunt end between the bars of a drain grate and pinned it with my left foot. The pointed end angled up toward the charging beast.

Please. Come this way.

Its jaws opened. I threw myself to the left.

Thud!

Yelp!

The rod drove in beneath its jaw. The other end held fast in the drain grate. The beast's own charging weight drove the metal through its body.

A wet growl rattled in its throat.

Claws swept past my nose. I pushed against the wet ground and crawled out of reach. Even after my back hit the wall, my heels kept scrabbling against the pavement.

“Stay back... I can't do any more.”

The beast couldn't get up. The other two couldn't get over the steel wall, either.

A breath burst out of me, sounding almost like a sob.

I had nearly died. When I looked up, the barrier was still standing.

Blue patrol lights washed over the alley. An officer behind a shield pointed a meter at me. The display read zero. He looked from the steel wall to the fallen monster, then turned his gun on me.

“State your guild and awakening rank!”

I slowly raised my left hand. My right arm hung limp at my side.