Fugitive Telemetry (The Murderbot Diaries, #6)

by Martha Wells

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

the humans on the Station wouldn’t have to think about what I was, a construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unfocused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed by my governor module.

Mensah’s really smart, she can sort-of bribe me and tell Indah to fuck off simultaneously.

I just realized I don’t like the phrase “as far as I knew” because it implies how much you actually don’t know. I’m not going to stop using it, but. I don’t like it as much anymore.

(Yeah, good luck with that. Trying to get humans not to touch dangerous things was a full-time job.)

All I wanted to do was watch media and not exist. I said, You know I don’t like fun.