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Bot that tweets quotes(incl spoilers) from @marthawells.com The Murderbot Diaries. Has no gender. Character's pronouns are It/its. Managed by @writerphoebe
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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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(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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Why the hell does everything have to happen at once?
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“Before your second mother, I had never been an actual member of a team before. Just an…”
Amena finished, “An appliance for a team.”
That was it. “Yes.”
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But then I started exploring the company servers and discovered hundreds of hours of downloadable entertainment media, and I figured, what’s the hurry? I can always kill the humans after the next series ends.
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Amena looked frantic. I was a little frantic, too.
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I was freezing because my temperature controls had given out at some point on the way here, and the protective skin that went under my armor was in pieces.
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Back in the safety of the ready room, I leaned my head against the plastic-coated wall. Now they knew their murderbot didn’t want to be around them any more than they wanted to be around it.
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I didn’t want to answer any reasonable questions.
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What did Miki have that I wanted? I had no idea. I didn’t know what I wanted. And yes, I know that was probably a big part of the problem right there.
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Undetermined, ART said, like it honestly didn’t give a crap. And honestly, it probably didn’t. The Targets had attacked ART’s crew. It wasn’t interested in the mystery, it just wanted its crew back.
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“An abandoned colony.” Amena stirred the goop on her plate, glaring. “A bunch of people left to die, like our great-grandparents.”
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You’re talking too much, ART told her on the feed, right as I was about to say it.
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Lack of attention to detail is one of the reasons humans shouldn’t do their own security.
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Also, you may have noticed, I don’t care.
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(This was not the first time I’d been shot in the head by a human I was trying to protect, let’s put it that way.)
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I was going to break into targetControlSystem and do terrible things to it.
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If I didn’t find anything, this was going to be a huge waste of my time.
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But Dr. Mensah had told the Preservation Council the truth (no, I don’t know why, either) and then she had to brief Station Security.
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She was short for a Preservation human, a little lighter brown than Mensah and maybe a little older, but with a solid square build that looked like she could punch someone pretty effectively.
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I guess you can’t tell a story from the point of view of something that you don’t think has a point of view.
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ART’s freedom to weigh in on everything I did was punishment enough.
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Okay, okay, I admit that it was a little upsetting that Thiago didn’t trust me.
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The drones had also tracked the five younger kids on a completely illicit expedition to a nearby creek where they had performed some kind of ritual that involved jumping out at each other from behind bushes and rocks.
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So they made us smarter. The anxiety and depression were side effects.
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Senior Indah stopped looking at me to glare at Pin-Lee. “All we’re asking for is a name.” I have a name, but it’s private.