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.

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

I don’t hate anything. I am discerning in my company. My judgment in this area is impeccable.