Artificial Condition (The Murderbot Diaries, #2)

by Martha Wells

I didn’t know who I was more annoyed at, myself or it. No, I was definitely more annoyed at it.

I liked humans, I liked watching them on the entertainment feed, where they couldn’t interact with me. Where it was safe. For me and for them.

If I had gone back to Preservation with Dr. Mensah and the others, she might be able to guarantee my safety, but could I really guarantee her safety from me?

I would defer to your expertise in shooting and killing things. You should defer to mine in data analysis.

Yes, the giant transport bot is going to help the construct SecUnit pretend to be human. This will go well.

I guess hiring human security guards is what you do when you can’t afford real security.

It was a great idea to go if you wanted to be murdered.

I was starting to wonder just what kind of university owned ART.

He was lucky I wasn’t a lot annoyed.

(ART’s idea of “cozying” being somewhat overbearing, I had already had to intervene once to assure the bot pilot that the big mean transport had promised not to hurt it.)

I said, “Sometimes people do things to you that you can’t do anything about. You just have to survive it and go on.”

I wish being a construct made me less irrational than the average human but you may have noticed this is not the case.

Well, that was an unusual approach to its dilemma.