The End of All Things (Old Man's War, #6)

by John Scalzi

The next day, I got shot in the head. Before that happened, though, I fell out of my bunk.

I knew he was done when he said “But I must be boring you” to me, which is narcissist-speak for “Now I’m bored.”

because like most things involving the Colonial Defense Forces, it was designed to operate with minimal assistance from humans, who were without exception the moving part most likely to fail.

“But I have always found that there’s an inverse relationship between the number of people in a room and the amount of useful work that can be done.