Fugitive Telemetry (The Murderbot Diaries, #6)

by Martha Wells

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

She meant Pin-Lee because she said “terrifying.”

“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.”)

There was a big huge deal about it, and Security was all “but what if it takes over the station’s systems and kills everybody” and Pin-Lee told them “if it wanted to do that it would have done it by now,”

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.)

As a mom, I know this all too well! 😂

(I hate being identified like that. I had gone to a lot of effort to not be immediately identified as a SecUnit, and now it all felt like a waste.) (I grew longer hair and everything.)

(If I’m going to make up shit I’d rather do it about something else besides how a human got murdered by another human.)

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

I said, “Only if it’s really weird.” She said, “Understood.”