Network Effect (The Murderbot Diaries, #5)

by Martha Wells

You know, it’s not like I’m half-assing this, I am actually trying my best despite the fuck-ups.

The good thing about being a construct is that you can’t reproduce and create children to argue with you.

“Anyone who thinks machine intelligences don’t have emotions needs to be in this very uncomfortable room right now.”

Overconfident humans who don’t listen to anybody else scare the hell out of me.)

(The lesson was: if you’re going to fuck with something bigger and meaner than you, use a quick targeted attack and then run away really fast. (This is the way I always try to operate, too.)

(If I got angry at myself for being angry I would be angry constantly and I wouldn’t have time to think about anything else.) (Wait, I think I am angry constantly. That might explain a lot.)

SecUnit is a very private person, it doesn’t like to discuss its feelings.” This is why Ratthi is my friend.)

Amena said, not helpfully, “Your face just got really weird. Are you all right?” No, it was confusing. I was confused.

“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.

(Look, if there were space monsters, they probably wouldn’t need a pressurized environment, right? They didn’t in Timestream Defenders Orion.)

She would never stand close enough to touch (but without touching, because touching is gross) and just trust me.

As an autistic...I get this

(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.

“Because change is terrifying. Choices are terrifying. But having a thing in your head that kills you if you make a mistake is more terrifying.”