A Psalm for the Wild-Built (Monk & Robot, #1)

by Becky Chambers

No object should be treated as disposable—idols least of all.

Her shoulders visibly slumped. She’d always had the ability to relax them; she’d just needed permission to do so.

You’re an animal, Sibling Dex. You are not separate or other. You’re an animal. And animals have no purpose. Nothing has a purpose. The world simply is.

“Then how,” Dex said, “how does the idea of maybe being meaningless sit well with you?” Mosscap considered. “Because I know that no matter what, I’m wonderful,” it said.