Artificial Condition (The Murderbot Diaries, #2)

by Martha Wells

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

I will refrain from complaint, it said. (Imagine that in the most sarcastic tone you can, and you’ll have some idea of how it sounded.)

(Armor doesn’t have pockets, so score one for ordinary human clothing.)

ART said, What does it want? To kill all the humans, I answered. I could feel ART metaphorically clutch its function.