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Then ART’s voice, ART’s real voice, filled the feed. It said, Drop the weapon.

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They didn’t give us an education module on human evolution, but I had looked it up in the HubSystem knowledge bases I’d had access to, in an effort to figure out what the hell was going on with humans. It hadn’t helped.

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(I don’t have any gender or sex-related parts (if a construct has those you’re a sexbot in a brothel, not a murderbot) so maybe that’s why I find sex scenes boring. Though I think that even if I did have sex-related parts I would find them boring.)

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98 percent of my attention was on the episode I was watching: The colony solicitor’s bodyguard and best friend had just been crushed under debris while trying to save a transport mech trapped in a crash. Were they really going to kill her off? That sucked.

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In the Corporation Rim, it would have meant the survey had rented me from an owner, the same way you’d rent your habitat or your terrain vehicle, except humans usually had warm feelings toward their habitats and terrain vehicles.

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Why have a bed that could easily accommodate four medium to large humans when you only had one hook for towels in the bath facility? Were the humans supposed to share the towel?

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The problem with gunships is they want to shoot at stuff. That’s why they’re so expensive to write bond contracts for. I said, No, don’t shoot at us. For fuck’s sake, ART. If everybody would just let me do my stupid job for one minute.

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I said, “The humans think I’m an asshole, wait till they get to know you.”

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I wanted to talk to a human right now about as much as I wanted to lose a couple of limbs and have a conversation about my feelings.

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Mensah had seen me when she signed the rental contract. But she had barely looked at me and I had barely looked at her because again, murderbot + actual human = awkwardness.

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I was getting an idea. It was probably a bad idea. (When most of your training in tactical thinking comes from adventure shows, that does tend to happen.)

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The company is like an evil vending machine, you put money in and it does what you want, unless somebody else puts more money in and tells it to stop.

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I was getting tired of being told what to do. Self-determination was a pain in the ass sometimes but it beat the alternative by a lot.

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(SecUnits also have less than null interest in human or any other kind of sex, trust me on that.)

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Compared to a lot of things that had happened to me, you’d think it wouldn’t matter. But here, now, for some reason, it mattered.

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Yeah, corporations suck.

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In human terms, it was like trying to ignore someone large and breathing heavily while they watched your personal display surface over your shoulder.