Quotes About Martha Wells

Gurathin turned to me. So you don't have a governor module, but we could punish you by looking at you. I looked at him. Probably, right up until I remember I have guns built into my arms.

Yes, the giant transport bot is going to help the construct SecUnit pretend to be human. This will go well.

But I couldn't ignore it. I mean, I guess I couldn't. Ignoring stuff is always an option, up until it kills you.

There was a big huge deal about it, and Security was all "but what if it takes over the station's systems and kills everybody" and Pin-Lee told them "if it wanted to do that it would have done it by now," which in hindsight was probably not the best response.

I was getting an idea. It was probably a bad idea. (When most of your training in tactical thinking comes from adventure shows, that does tend to happen.)

Tlacey bought us passage on a public shuttle," Rami told me. "That could be a good sign, right?" "Sure," I said. It was a terrible sign.

The one good thing about having emotions was that it accelerated the repair process for my memory storage. (The bad thing about having emotions is, you know, OH SHIT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME.)

The systems of constructs are inherently inferior to advanced bots, but you aren't stupid. Yeah, well, fuck you, too, I thought, and initiated a shutdown sequence.

Amena is on the survey because her education requires an internship in almost getting killed, I guess.

About forty turns ago there was a colony in the east, and a warrior named Swift, who had to change her name to Sorrow...

We made it outside to the pedestrian plaza and I asked her, "Do you need a medic?" I thought she might be sick. If I was a human and I'd had to be in the pavilion with all those other humans for the past two and a half hours, I'd be sick.

You used combat override modules to make the DeltFall SecUnits behave like rogues. If you think a real rogue SecUnit still has to answer your questions, the next few minutes are going to be an education for you.

I thought it was likely that the only supplies we would need for DeltFall was the postmortem kind, but you may have noticed that when I do manage to care, I'm a pessimist.

Target Four seemed shocked. "SecUnits aren't supposed to talk back," Target Five said weakly. Tell me about it. "Cargo ship crews aren't supposed to take Port Authority supervisors as hostages, but here we all are.

Reaction 1: oh, that's who had hacked my code. Reaction 2: flattering that they thought I was dangerous enough to pay for the contract on a Combat SecUnit. Reaction 3: I bet PortSec did not okay that and was going to be pissed off. Reaction 4: oh shit I'm going to die.

The last thing I wanted was to ask the company gunship for help. The last thing I wanted was for GrayCris to catch us. The two last things were incompatible.

I know I said SecUnits aren't sentimental about each other, but I wished it wasn't one of the DeltFall units. It was in there somewhere, trapped in its own head, maybe aware, maybe not. Not that it matters. None of us had a choice.

There were three SecUnits who were not me on this planet, and that was dangerous enough.

I wanted to pick it up and have an emotion over it like a stupid human.

Morane gestured them to some seats near the front, but close to the archway. Probably Nicholas's preference, in case someone threw a bomb. Or in case he decided to throw one.

Impersonated is a weird word, especially in this context. (I just noticed that. Im-person-ated. Weird.)

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.

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

I watched a little media in background during that part, since I'd already seen the whole clip.