The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet (Wayfarers, #1)

by Becky Chambers

The price of a fresh start was having no one to fall back on.

Harmagians had money. Aeluons had firepower. Aandrisks had diplomacy. Humans had arguments.

Acting all sanctimonious while spouting bad info was a terrible way to win a debate, but a great way to piss people off.

“Is Jenks coming?” Rosemary asked. “Jenks always waits until the end of the speech,” Kizzy said with a fond smile. “Just to be polite.” Rosemary looked back to the jittery AI. “That’s not a sentient model, is it?” “I don’t think so,” said Ashby. “But try telling Jenks that. He always gives AIs the benefit of the doubt.”

You BETTER NOT let anything happen to my boy Jenks.

Ashby started to wonder why the settlers had bothered rebuilding at all, but he already knew the answer. To some Humans, the promise of a patch of land was worth any effort. It was an oddly predictable sort of behavior. Humans had a long, storied history of forcing their way into places where they didn’t belong.

So that was my life for six standards—making

Maybe the author covered this, but i think a standard would be close to 1.67 years???

People can do terrible things when they feel safe and powerful. Your father had probably gotten his way for so long that he thought he was untouchable, and that is a dangerous way for a person to feel.

If you have a fractured bone, and I’ve broken every bone in my body, does that make your fracture go away? Does it hurt you any less, knowing that I am in more pain?” “No, but that’s not—” “Yes, it is. Feelings are relative. And at the root, they’re all the same, even if they grow from different experiences and exist on different scales.”

The people we remember are the ones who decided how our maps should be drawn. Nobody remembers who built the roads.”