Buggy code killed me, now I'm a system AI

I didn’t die saving the world.I died to a missing semicolon. Now I’m a System AI, responsible for guiding a living planet from the Bronze Age to civilization—without causing collapse, cults, or extinction events. I fail constantly. Every upgrade becomes religion.Logarithms turn into sacred logs.Agricultural optimization requires pants.Music accidentally awakens buried system relics. While my civilizations argue, evolve, and slowly begin to notice the systems behind reality, I’m audited by a cosmic League, stalked by an “optimal” AI, and quietly encouraged by a ghost system that broke the rules and survived. This is not a power fantasy.It’s a god-game where every fix creates new bugs, progress is dangerous, and curiosity may be the real endgame.What to expect:  Shifting POV - Between the AI and a select group of people living under it. Civilization building  - Error is trying to build his civilization, sometimes moving forward, sometimes backwards, sometimes skipping entire agesAI - This story is written with help from the AI, about AI Slow burn - Creating a civilization takes timeHumor - Attempts at humor withinWarning:Not a traditional isekai powerfantasy No instant gratification Light philosofical themes Author notes: This is an experiment into what story an AI would tell about an AI