All Systems Red (The Murderbot Diaries, #1)

by Martha Wells

despite everything I only have two hands.

I had actually been enjoying this contract, up until something tried to eat me and Bharadwaj.

Yes, talk to Murderbot about its feelings. The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency. I’d rather climb back into Hostile One’s mouth.

this one had been dead-body-lacking, so far. It made for a nice change.

I’m also not supposed to snitch on clients to anybody except the company, but it was either that or jump out the hatch.

“Does anyone want to turn back?” I did, but I didn’t get a vote.

It’s not like I cared about them personally, but it would look bad on my record, and my record was already pretty terrible.

It took a tremendous effort for me not to rip his arm off, and I’d like that noted for the record, please.