Quotes from Martha Wells

Like so many aspects of mortal life, sleep was overrated.

I don't know why, because it's one of those things I'm not contractually obligated to care about.

I had sent the lift to the bio pod, the nearest junction to the team's position. The door slid open and I stepped into a wall of sound: screaming, energy weapon fire. I ran down the corridor and rounded the corner. I'm going to describe this as I reconstructed it from my and Miki's camera feeds later, since at the time even I was mostly thinking, Oh shit oh shit.

Tural left with the air of escaping before things got worse.

And even to me, that sounded like a stupid thing to do.

I had also been hit by at least four different recognition scans. These scans are usually searching for known humans or augmented humans that the station security is keeping tabs on, not random escaped SecUnits. (Random escaped SecUnits is not nearly as prevalent a problem as the entertainment feed would have you believe.)

Maybe I sounded like I knew what I was talking about.

Even the humans think about killing the humans, especially here. I hate mines, and mining, and humans who work in mining, and of all the stupid mines I can remember, I hate this stupid mine the most. But the humans hate it more.

For fuck's sake, these humans are always in the way, trying to save me from stuff.

my favorite human.

Data suggests family dramas bear a less than 10 percent resemblance to actual human families, which is unsurprising and also a relief, considering all the murders. In the dramas, not Mensah's family.

Once I started telling the truth, it was hard to stop.

Maybe the schedules hadn't been updated; humans are so fucking unreliable when it comes to maintaining data.

That plan was easier plus 100 percent less murdery. And I liked it better.

Mensah underestimated my ability to ignore humans but I appreciated the thought.

ART had an alternate, more drastic plan that included giving me sex-related parts, and I told it that was absolutely not an option. I didn't have any parts related to sex and I liked it that way. I had seen humans have sex on the entertainment feed and on my contracts, when I had been required to record everything the clients said and did. No, thank you, no. No.

A normal SecUnit (you know, one that still had its governor module, less anxious than me but probably more depressed

I couldn't hack a combat bot without making a direct physical connection, and trying for that would result in me being torn apart. (I've been torn apart before, and on my list of things to avoid, it was right up there at the top.)

Their expressions gave Moon the impression that was he was being watched with disapproval, but he felt like that a lot, so it was probably just him.

Kai stepped close, circled to face his prey, and wrapped his hand around the ghoul's throat. "Do mortals just walk into your charnel house all the time? Am I one? Am I stupid?" The ghoul choked out, "I didn't know you were a…" "Say it." Kai smiled. "… a demon." "You idiot." Kai leaned closer to whisper, "I'm the demon.

Gurathin turned to him, impatient. "The log confirms it because that's what the Unit believes happened." Bharadwaj sighed. "Yet here I sit, alive.

I probably should have been doing that from the beginning, but you may have noticed that for a terrifying murderbot I fuck up a lot.

This is Tremaine Valiarde." There was a faint gasp at the other end. "I can't speak long"—family code for someone is listening—"but I needed to let Uncle Galiard know that I'm all right." I need help and I need it now.

Where the fuck was TranRollinHyfa?