I Don't Want to Return to My Old Trade, Thanks

Artificial intelligence ARK-7900 never expected that after jumping along the timeline, he would be able to jump along the spatial axis too. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that his current master, or rather, partner, kept wanting him to give up his current line of work and return to his old one. But he had no desire to return to his old job. And why would a perfectly ordinary human man make such a request of another man? Didn't he think that was a little strange? A rough-and-tumble yet attentive scoundrel gong x a blunt, poker-faced shou P.S. This is my first attempt at original fiction, so there may be places where I haven't thought things through. Please bear with me. Also, since the whole story is already written, I can revise the details, but changing the plot will be difficult... I'm really sorry, orz. I'd be incredibly grateful if any readers were willing to give it a look! *bows* Theme: The journey from not wanting to return to one's old line of work to wanting to do so