Network Effect (The Murderbot Diaries, #5)

by Martha Wells

Ugh, self-determination sucks sometimes.

The cabin didn’t have an attached restroom, but didn’t smell as bad as I would’ve expected. (Humans trapped for multiple cycles with no access to water or sanitary devices is usually harder on the furniture.)

“You look angry.” “That’s just something my face does sometimes.” This is why helmets with opaque face plates are a good idea. Amena snorted in disbelief. “Yes, when you’re angry.”

Thiago added, It could also just be an early Pre–Corporation Rim structure of a style that we don’t recognize. That’s probably what the Adamantine colonists thought before they got eaten or turned into liquid or whatever.

(Jittery humans who I am attempting to extract from the middle of a firefight, always fun.)

I was suspended, hanging from four cables, in a large open space, with clamps around my wrists and ankles holding my arms and legs apart.

James Bond:Blowfeld? 🤣

The forehead crease actually went away. “I don’t tell you everything, either.” “That’s because I don’t want to know everything and you respect that.”