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.

It should be reassuring that humans don’t get what other humans are thinking, either, but it just highlights how fucked up human neural tissue can be.

(I know I get pissed off when humans don’t acknowledge my work, but why is too much acknowledgment also upsetting? Sentience sucks.)

I am not meant to function without multiple simultaneous inputs. If this was what being a human was like, it sucked massively.

It wasn’t dead, it was just catastrophically damaged. (I know, who isn’t?)