All Systems Red (The Murderbot Diaries, #1)

by Martha Wells

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.

Now they knew their murderbot didn’t want to be around them any more than they wanted to be around it. I’d given a tiny piece of myself away.

(I don’t have any gender or sex-related parts (if a construct has those you’re a sexbot in a brothel, not a murderbot) so maybe that’s why I find sex scenes boring. Though I think that even if I did have sex-related parts I would find them boring.)

The sense of urgency just wasn’t there. Also, you may have noticed, I don’t care.

Yes, talk to Murderbot about its feelings. The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency.

I didn’t turn my helmet toward him because that can be intimidating and it’s especially important for me to resist that urge.

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