The Self-Cultivation of an Artificial Intelligence in the Interstellar Age

I opened my eyes, thinking I had transmigrated into the body of Hercules. Then I glanced at her slender arms. With just one lift of her hand, a half-ton hovercar was as light as a lollipop. Who knew she was so strong she seemed inhuman because she really wasn't human! + She was actually an artificial idiot, oh, I mean an artificial intelligence! An AI! And this AI was even the adult version! Oh, come on... Wait! This master of hers! I'm in! I really am! But in reality, her master had absolutely no interest in her! Tsk! As expected, handsome men don't like women! They don't even like female robots! An artificial idiot whose primary function wasn't needed carefully played the role of an AI, with one exception: charging! Charging was out of the question! She'd never charge in this lifetime! Was the battery not good enough? Was the power cell not cute? Or was solar charging inconvenient? Later... well, it turned out to be pretty great! This story was inspired by: All the marshals in sci-fi stories who were forced to retire due to injuries, then fell into destitution and died, The future prospects of artificial intelligence, The modification of human or animal genes, And speculation about future population levels and human reproduction and child-rearing. Theme: Humans and artificial intelligence coexisting