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.

hahah

“Oh no we’re fine, we can hang out in this objectively terrifying immediately hazardous situation for however long.”) (I’m just saying that it would be nice for the humans to give me a realistic situation report for once.)

“I know we said you wouldn’t have to go back…” I didn’t have time for this. I told him, “It’s fine.” So I’m here now and it’s fine, everyone shut up about it, okay.

doesn’t understand more than a limited range of vocal commands is not exactly going to be impressed or intimidated by sarcasm.)

Or prepared for anything. Redacted

is he infected or something

We were looking at a Pre–Corporation Rim site. A Pre–Corporation Rim site that was drawing power. We didn’t know what had happened to the Pre–Corporation Rim colony that was on this planet long before Adamantine arrived.

Tarik lowered his hands, still looking at me. “Right. We should talk about this later.” We probably should but we absolutely are not going to, not if I can help it.

For one thing, there’s not a lot of organic tissue on there to eat, for the other, we had video confirmation that I still had it after the escape.)

The original memory wasn’t corrupted, it was still intact for comparison, and there were other anomalies in the new memory once ART ran an analysis of both. There was no indication of where the inaccurate memory had come from or what had caused it

but I have lots of feelings toward the imaginary humans on my media, and I am perfectly clear on the fact that those relationships are one-sided.

I gained interesting insights, ART-drone said. You should stop worrying. 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.)

hahahahaha

the contact with AdaCol2 started to drop. I sent, End session, acknowledge. It sent back, End session. There was a pause, then: Be safe.

aw

good job of going through all the relevant issues— The vehicle was gone. I stopped. The humans jostled to a halt behind me.

Maybe a colonist found it and moved it, let’s check threat assessment— ScoutDrone2 winked out, gone between one tenth of a second and the next. Iris drew breath to ask what was wrong. On teamFeed+Leonide I said, Kill the light.

ruh roh

And I had decided, for real this time, which ship I would be on when I left. Do you know where we’re going next? I asked ART.