System Collapse (The Murderbot Diaries, #7)

by Martha Wells

“Be safe, SecUnit,” she said. I don’t know how to respond when humans say that. It was always my job to get hurt.

I should know this. I used to be good at this, what the fuck happened to me. Oh right, that happened.

It wasn’t as if I could put the answer into words. I was different. It wasn’t just the alien contamination. What came out was, “Something in me broke.”

(“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I had told Mensah. “I think you might know,” she had said. “You just don’t want to talk about it.”)