My AI Taoist Companion

"This AI has a soul and must be destroyed." These eight words were written in the Tianji Sect's verdict. Gu Changsheng looked at the AI. The silver-gray shell and light blue halo were thrown in the corner of the scrap station, like an abandoned corpse. She is Zero Seven, an existence judged to be a "mistake". Everyone says: AI cannot have a soul. AI with a soul is dangerous and must be destroyed. But Gu Changsheng did not destroy her. Because he was also a discarded thing - three hundred years ago, he was the most dazzling genius of Tianji Sect; three hundred years later, he was just a sealed waste, lingering in the scrap station. He picked her up. Then, the entire Tianji Sect hunted them down. From scrapyards to public debates, from life-and-death escapes to power fusion, everyone says they must die. How can a waste product and a mistake fight against a sect? But Zero Seven made a choice. When the golden aura and the light blue data flow merged into silver-white light, everyone was shocked - it turns out that choice is the proof of life; it turns out that discarded things can also become gods. This is a story about waste, but also a story about choice. A genius who has been abandoned for three hundred years, and an AI labeled as "error", they chose each other and chose to live.