System Collapse (The Murderbot Diaries, #7)

by Martha Wells

So the next time I get optimistic about something, I want one of you to punch me in the face.

Please. Right in the mouth.

When she said that, I had a moment of hope. Maybe these other humans were imaginary. Humans are great at imagining stuff. That’s why their media is so good.

Ugh, I wish I felt like I was prepared for complication. Or prepared for anything.

You’re stalling, ART-drone said. I am not. I can stand here and be useless without any ulterior motives, thanks.

Same, Murderbot, same.

The humans had stopped talking. (It should have been a relief, but it wasn’t. Weirdly, I’d gotten used to humans talking in background, like music that isn’t your favorite but is still vaguely nice to listen to.)

I’d partitioned a large segment of ART-drone’s and my processing space into a general feed work area for the whole group.

I love that murderbot and ART are becoming filmmakers lmao

We had to get that done fast so ART-drone could put in the subtitles and citations. We also needed to start mixing the music and I was going to need a lot of human input for that.

This is glorious