Network Effect (The Murderbot Diaries, #5)

by Martha Wells

(Right, I should probably mention that I find 99.9 percent of human parts physically disgusting. I’m also less than thrilled with my own human parts.)

wanted to talk to a human right now about as much as I wanted to lose a couple of limbs and have a conversation about my feelings.)

You don’t have to thank me for doing my stupid job. But it is nice.

(Normal = neutral expression concealing existential despair and brain-crushing boredom.)

“Surely they won’t suspect anything,” Ratthi was saying to the others at the bulk dock. “Who runs around with a friendly rogue SecUnit? Besides us, I mean.”

Overse added, “Just remember you’re not alone here.” I never know what to say to that. I am actually alone in my head, and that’s where 90 plus percent of my problems are.

(Confession time: that moment, when the humans or augmented humans realize you’re really here to help them. I don’t hate that moment.)

There is a lot about what is going on here that I don’t understand. But I am participating anyway.