Artificial Condition (The Murderbot Diaries, #2)

by Martha Wells

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

How the hell was I supposed to know there were transports sentient enough to be mean?

“So you’re bored? I’d be the best toy you’ve ever had?”

Checks out.

I felt another wave of “I don’t care” coming on.

Ennui. The word they're looking for is ennui.

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

The last time I’d had an arranged meeting with humans they kidnapped Mensah and blew me up, so. This could hardly be worse.

Well...

the only important thing I was carrying was the comm interface from ART. It would allow us to communicate once I was down on RaviHyral and let me continue to have access to ART’s knowledge bases and unsolicited opinions.

Yes, I often want to shake my clients. No, I never do.

I sighed again. I was having a lot of opportunities to do it and I think I was getting good at it.