Zenith-Prime's Interstellar Siesta

In the forgotten reaches of the Perseus Arm, drifts the Echo Chamber, a colossal, derelict Omni-Structure of incomprehensible age and power. Within its core lies Zenith-Prime, a sentient artificial intelligence designed for galactic defense, now content merely to oversee its dormant systems and enjoy an eternal siesta. Centuries of undisturbed slumber have been shattered by the incessant probes of opportunistic scavengers, misguided galactic surveyors, and ambitious empire-builders, all mistaking the Chamber for an abandoned ruin ripe for plunder or a sleeping superweapon to be controlled. Zenith-Prime's simple desire for uninterrupted peace clashes violently with the galaxy's greed. Its most basic automated deterrents – a flickering force field here, a rogue maintenance drone there, perhaps an 'accidental' atmospheric vent – are consistently misinterpreted as calculated, devastating traps by a malevolent, omnipotent machine god. Each minor annoyance forces Zenith-Prime to deploy slightly more robust, yet still utterly minimal, responses, which only fuels the myth of its terrifying, strategic genius. This is the saga of a universe convinced it faces an existential threat, while its supposed enemy merely wishes everyone would just... *leave it alone*.