All Systems Red (The Murderbot Diaries, #1)

by Martha Wells

As a heartless killing machine, I was a terrible failure.

they were dead. Pessimism confirmed.

“It calls itself ‘Murderbot,’” Gurathin said. I opened my eyes and looked at him; I couldn’t stop myself. From their expressions I knew everything I felt was showing on my face, and I hate that. I grated out, “That was private.”

I hate having emotions about reality; I’d much rather have them about Sanctuary Moon.

It hit me that I was just as anonymous in a crowd of humans who didn’t know each other as I was in my armor, in a group of other SecUnits.