I’m usually alone in my head, and that’s where 90 plus percent of my problems are.
It calls itself Murderbot, but only when no-one can hear. It’s a private joke. Funny.
It doesn’t care, it tells itself, and its attachment to the humans around it is merely professional obligation.
It tries to never drop the F-bomb.
“Friends.”
Ugh.
So, when its human associates (not friends, never friends) are captured and another not-friend from its past requires urgent assistance, Murderbot must choose between inertia and drastic action.
Drastic action it is, then.
Another F-bomb.
“Feelings.”
Ugh.
I’m usually alone in my head, and that’s where 90 plus percent of my problems are.
It calls itself Murderbot, but only when no-one can hear. It’s a private joke. Funny.
It doesn’t care, it tells itself, and its attachment to the humans around it is merely professional obligation.
It tries to never drop the F-bomb.
“Friends.”
Ugh.
So, when its human associates (not friends, never friends) are captured and another not-friend from its past requires urgent assistance, Murderbot must choose between inertia and drastic action.
Drastic action it is, then.
Another F-bomb.
“Feelings.”
Ugh.
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