I, the Delete Key of the Universe

In the court of the Material Federation, I was pronounced an "enemy of existence." After all, when your touch can turn stars into nothingness, even light will shy away from you. As the only antimatter life form in the known universe, I was exiled to a garbage star like a virus. Until that day, when the material recovery arm threw me into the crusher, three hundred thousand tons of metal turned into a brilliant gamma ray burst at my fingertips - this is fucking garbage sorting. Now, the entire material civilization is after me. The Diamond Council sent out a gravitational wave army, and the Dark Matter Gang offered a sky-high reward. But they don't know that something even more terrifying is brewing in my body: I ​​can hear the cry of increasing entropy in the universe, and see the message left by the civilization that programmed me 13.8 Billion years ago. They said I was a mistake, a weapon, a savior. But when I met that silicon-based girl - the moment she touched me at the risk of being decomposed - I suddenly understood that maybe what the universe needs is not an extended lifespan, but... A reason worth living.