System Collapse (The Murderbot Diaries, #7)

by Martha Wells

But still, a small metal container filled with mushy humans hurtling over spiky rocks for long periods agitates my threat assessment module.

(It wasn’t infrequent in my media, but it was one of those things where real life didn’t live up to expectations raised by fiction.)

borked.

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.

By “individuals subject to suggestion” it meant “idiots.”

(Let’s face it, actual solid physical or visual evidence will often not change human minds.)

Yeah, I’ll just code a patch to stop feeling anxiety, wow, why didn’t I think of that earlier. (That was sarcasm, I have too much organic neural tissue for that to work.) (Of course I’ve already tried it.)

(I know, I’m never satisfied.)

anxiety

I wouldn’t have to watch a lot of Sanctuary Moon episodes to cope with it if it happened in front of me, let’s put it that way.)

conscious he uses media to cope with PTSD

“Try it,” I said. It was a good idea, corporates liked to talk and gloat, generally (internal screaming).

snark

(currently, relatively)

currelatively