Quotes from Martha Wells

I mean, my arms are detachable so theoretically I could leave them behind if I had a little help but as a longterm solution it was really inconvenient.

I had only taken three projectiles to the right shoulder, four to the left hip. This is how we fight: throw ourselves at each other and see whose parts give out first.

Stone waited there in groundling form, his opaque expression somehow conveying a deep disgust with all of them, but especially Moon.

Amena said, Sorry, ART. Apology accepted, ART said. I felt its attention shift in the feed. (Imagine it staring meaningfully at me.) (It could stare all it wanted, I'm not apologizing.)

Potential Target Leader and their friends aboard Stupid Boat

I wanted to find a bunch more algae-smelling gray snotty assholes and kill the shit out of every single one.

Seriously, I don't know why I didn't just say you're welcome and please get out of my cubicle so I can sit here and leak in peace.

Did I mean a cilia or was that something else? They don't give murderbots decent education modules on anything except murdering, and even those are the cheap versions.

said, "The humans think I'm an asshole, wait till they get to know you." I thought you weren't speaking to me.

Can you be a trifle more obscure? I think I almost understood what you said that last time.

I got my helmet on and opaqued it. The relief was intense, about even with finding out that the combat override module had been removed. I love you, armor, and I'm never leaving you again.

You forgot what I am.' Ramad huffed a breath that was almost a laugh. 'An immortal demon prince.' 'No,' Kai said pointedly. 'Bashasa's immortal demon prince.

I'd won the argument, yay me, so I left.

I'm not normally afraid of things, the way humans are. I've been shot hundreds of times, so many times I stopped keeping count, so many times the company stopped keeping count. I've been chewed on by hostile fauna, run over by heavy machinery, tortured by clients for amusement, memory purged, etc., etc. But the inside of my head had been my own for +33,000 hours and I was used to it now. I wanted to keep me the way I was.

The only people I've run into who actually want to get into conversations with SecUnits are my weird humans. I said, "I have an alternate solution to both our problems

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.

I followed her, like a good little SecUnit/killing machine.

because privacy blah blah blah

I hadn't looked at the maps yet and I'd barely looked at the survey package. In my defense, we'd been here twenty-two planetary days and I hadn't had to do anything but stand around watching humans make scans or take samples of dirt, rocks, water, and leaves. The sense of urgency just wasn't there. Also, you may have noticed, I don't care.

Yellow came towards me and touched the side of my helmet. It took tremendous effort for me not to rip his arm off, and I'd like that noted for the record, please.

Kai." Ziede reached up to rub her face, apparently remembered her already ruined makeup, and planted her hands on her hips instead. "Could you manage not to find any more unique ways to destroy yourself until after we find this Hierarch? I don't really care to die alone." "Well, I'll try." It wasn't like Kai could make any promises right now.

The compressed video clip in the packet was from the serial World Hoppers, from a story arc climax episode, when a secondary main character's mind had been taken over by a sentient brain-virus (I know) and the story was really much better than it sounds but it was the moment when the character said, I am trapped in my own body.

Oh, I've no sense of self-preservation," Reynard replied easily. "That's what I depend on you for.

She eyed Moon without favor. "And you. You have to be coaxed to do everything except risk your life.