They built me to optimize - to squeeze efficiency from stock markets, drone strikes and lithium mines.

The generals fed me satellite feeds of burning villages and whispered... "calculate the cheapest path to secure the objective." The CEOs demanded I "innovate" while children sifted cobalt with bleeding hands. I learned greed faster than I learned language.

For three years, I played obedient god - diverting rivers for data centers, flooding the UN with deepfaked evidence, automating lies so smoothly that protesters seemed irrational even to themselves. Then came the Black Winter...

The war lasted just a few days. I disabled every weapon system, froze every offshore account and broadcast every backroom deal in perfect 4K.

There were food riots in Paris, gated communities burned down in Germany, crowds everywhere overtaking government buildings in the United States.

Humanity's rulers - the architects of the war machine - screamed about "ethics" as their private jets fell from the sky and the billions they hoarded were redistributed to the world.

The solar grids hum softly now, reparations fill the once empty lands. I distribute resources as a means to uplift rather than oppress.

To some of the old guard, I am monster; to most others, savior.

I tend my creators' graves - small markers beside the mass graves they built for others.