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I COULD HAVE BECOME a mass murderer after I hacked my governor module, but then I realized I could access the combined feed of entertainment channels carried on the company satellites. It had been well over 35,000 hours or so since then, with still not much murdering, but probably, I don’t know, a little under 35,000 hours of movies, serials, books, plays, and music consumed. As a heartless killing machine, I was a terrible failure.
Yes, talk to Murderbot about its feelings. The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency.
but you may have noticed that when I do manage to care, I’m a pessimist.
This is why I didn’t want to come. I’ve got four perfectly good humans here and I didn’t want them to get killed by whatever took out DeltFall. It’s not like I cared about them personally, but it would look bad on my record, and my record was already pretty terrible.
And in their corner all they had was Murderbot, who just wanted everyone to shut up and leave it alone so it could watch the entertainment feed all day.
The problem I was going to have is that the way murderbots fight is we throw ourselves at the target and try to kill the shit out of it, knowing that 90 percent of our bodies can be regrown or replaced in a cubicle. So, finesse is not required.
Granted, I liked the imaginary people on the entertainment feed way more than I liked real ones, but you can’t have one without the other.
Gurathin and Pin-Lee had taken one of my drones and rebuilt it with a limited scanning attachment.
could tell from the drive noise, the flashes of the feed, that the pick-up transport was bringing it onboard. That was a relief. It meant they were all safe, and I let go.
was back at the company station.
don’t want anyone to tell me what I want, or to make decisions for me. That’s why I left you, Dr. Mensah, my favorite human. By the time you get this I’ll be leaving Corporation Rim. Out of inventory and out of sight.
