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Being asked to stay, with a please and an option for refusal, hit me almost as hard as a human asking for my opinion and actually listening to me.

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.

I told myself it wasn’t as much of a shit ending to my first time as Survey Security Consultant While Not Pretending to be a Human and/or Faking the Existence of a Human Supervisor as it could have been.

Leonide’s expression tightened. “Company units have a reputation for being dangerous.” Arada was beginning to get angry. “I know.”

Humans are nervous of me because I’m a terrifying murderbot, and I’m nervous of them because they’re humans.

I was still mad, right? But there were a lot of keywords there that invoked involuntary responses.

Stupid humans. Sure, I’d had an emotional breakdown with the whole evisceration thing, but I was fine now, despite the drop in performance reliability. Absolutely fine.

The others arrive in a noisy mob, questions, worry, Ratthi exclaiming, “SecUnit jumped over my head!”

Ships from outside the Corporation Rim, particularly on the routes intersecting Preservation, had a variety of different protocols, some of them horrifyingly jury-rigged by humans.

The video effects were smoother and more polished than anything I could have done and that just made me more furious. This was a vid conference link for humans trying to figure out how screwed they were, not a professional newsfeed production.

The others arrive in a noisy mob, questions, worry, Ratthi exclaiming, “SecUnit jumped over my head!”

Great, were the humans having problems perceiving reality? Even more than the usual problems humans have perceiving reality?

Ratthi glanced at me, and then did a startled double take. I had no idea how to react. This is why I prefer wearing the armor, even inside the habitat where it’s unnecessary and can just get in the way.

They don’t give murderbots decent education modules on anything except murdering, and even those are the cheap versions.

Arada had her hands up. It was a reflex but a little embarrassing, frankly. I told her on the feed, Arada, put your hands down. You’re supposed to be the one giving me orders.

Note to self: forensic sweep is not just a media term for it.

Dr. Bharadwaj was easy to talk to, for a human. On the first visit, after the photo of me was in the newsstream, we had talked about why humans and augmented humans are afraid of constructs, which I hadn’t meant to talk about and somehow ended up talking about anyway.

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.

She tried to hold it in and managed it for almost six seconds, then burst out, “ART should know how you really feel about it! And this is serious, it’s like—you and ART are making a baby just so you can send it off to get killed or deleted or—or whatever might happen

There was some strange system where they all got their food and shelter and education and medical for free, no matter what job they did.

Gurathin didn’t have any other human friends from what I could tell but he had been taking a cycle rest period, reading in one of the lounge areas with lots of plant biomes.

Double ugh. I told her, They don’t want me. (Hey, I don’t want me, either, but I’m stuck with me.)

I don’t like personal. This was another reason I didn’t like human security consultants. Some of them enjoyed their job too much.

Amena wiped her nose (humans are so disgusting)

Preservation-controlled facilities like this don’t have SecSystems recording everything and cameras everywhere because privacy blah blah blah but I could eavesdrop through the comm and my drones. If I wanted to, which I didn’t, not right now.

Mensah’s grip on my hand told me how tense her arm muscles were. Situation assessment: I have no idea.

Why the hell does everything have to happen at once?

They looked so soft, with all the fluffy multicolored hair. And nervous, but not of me.

In the Corporation Rim, everything has to be owned by someone.

I had the sensation again, my head shoved underwater, being temporarily incapacitated as ART used me as a bridge to reach the bot controlling the shuttle.

But I knew I could do this. (I hoped I could do this. I had been wondering a lot about my judgment lately.)