Fugitive Telemetry (The Murderbot Diaries, #6)

by Martha Wells

That left me with the human most likely to want to drop everything and come watch me break into a damaged transport and the human also most likely to come watch me break into a damaged transport but only so he could argue with me about it.

Gurathin made an exasperated noise and said, “That’s what SecUnits do, that’s their job. Why don’t you do your jobs?”

Gurathin sighed and rubbed his face and looked off into the distance, like he regretted all his life choices that had led to him standing here right now.

I am going to have to stop scaring the shit out of myself.

Oh, Murderbot, I think you just made a mistake.

For fuck’s sake, I knew this was a bad idea and I stood here like an idiot and let it happen.

“You didn’t know they had a SecUnit until we broke in. Try again.”

“You’re the one who got yourself bodyslammed into station detention, so let’s talk about how dumb you are.”

JollyBaby sent me another private message: Balin not equal cargo hauler Balin equal cargo management.

Balin didn’t lift heavy things? Well, fuck Balin then.

Wow, that is just a bag, is what that is.

I wasn’t there because I’m an evil SecUnit.

It had been the first and only bot to do that, which, you know, should have told the humans something.