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

by Becky Chambers

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

I can’t stay here, but I’m scared about going back and having that feeling pick right back up where it left off. I’m scared, and I’m lost, and I don’t know what to do.”

“I think we should stop in Stump first,” Dex said. “They’ve got a nice bathhouse, and I could really, really use a soak.” Dex did not look at Mosscap as they said it, but out of the corner of their eye, they could see Mosscap slowly turn its head toward them, its gaze glowing brighter and brighter. Dex gave a tiny smile and extended their mug. “Can I have another cup?” The robot poured. Sibling Dex drank. In the wilds outside, the sun set, and crickets began to sing.