I could have become a mass murderer after I hacked my governor module, but then I
realized I could access the combined feed of entertainment channels carried on the company satellites. It had been well over 35,000 hours or so since then, with still not much murdering, but probably, I don't know, a little under 35,00 hours of movies, serials, books, plays, and music consumed. As a heartless killing machine, I was a terrible failure.
Yes, talk to Murderbot about its feelings. The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency. I’d rather climb back into Hostile One’s mouth.
I liked the imaginary people on the entertainment feed way more than I liked real ones, but you can’t have one without the other.
Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.
They were all so nice and it was just excruciating. I was never taking off the helmet again. I can't do even the half-assed version of this stupid job if I have to talk to humans.
You may have noticed that when I do manage to care, I’m a pessimist.