Return from Deep Space: My AI Is the Gatekeeper of the Universe

On the far side of the moon, I was torn into the cosmic cemetery twelve light years away. There is no faster than light speed here, no rescue, only a poisonous AI telling me: Want to go home? First, unravel the truth behind the genocide of the Pioneers. I built spaceships, solved puzzles, fought scavengers, and fought my way from a silicon graveyard to the edge of a black hole. But I found that what I returned to was not home, but an earth that no longer recognized me. I even discovered that my AI partner is the last prisoner of a genocide civilization. And I may be the "similar person" it has been looking for for a hundred thousand years.