Artificial Condition (The Murderbot Diaries, #2)

by Martha Wells

So they made us smarter. The anxiety and depression were side effects.

I must be so damn smart

You look like a SecUnit. You move like a SecUnit. It sent a whole array of images into the feed, comparing a recording of me moving around its corridors and cabins with recordings of various members of its crew in the same spaces. I had relaxed, relieved to be off the transit ring, but I didn’t look very relaxed. I looked like a patrolling SecUnit.