Fugitive Telemetry (The Murderbot Diaries, #6)

by Martha Wells

No, it was not helping my anxiety. But it was necessary.)

I had a lot of theoretical knowledge that was possibly anywhere from 60 to 70 percent inaccurate shit.

Pin-Lee had promised, “Don’t worry, I’ll preserve your right to wander off like an asshole anytime you like.”) (I said, “It takes one to know one.”)

(It had been such a stupid question, I had forgotten not to have an expression.)

The second time we had talked I had somehow just come out and told her that I thought being here on Preservation Station as myself, and not pretending to be an augmented human or a robot, was disturbing and complicated and I didn’t know if I could keep doing it. She had said that it would be strange if I didn’t find it disturbing and complicated, because my whole situation was objectively disturbing and complicated. For some reason that made me feel better.)

It’s also not like I didn’t know what the real problem was. I’m not a bot, I’m not a human, so I don’t fit into any neat category.

The nonbinary experience