Quotes About Survival

At thirty-seven hours since arrival, I sat up. I said, aloud, "That was stupid." Everything was clear, sharp. Note to self, never, ever jump into a gunship with a bot pilot and fight off a construct Attacker code again. You almost deleted yourself, Murderbot.

Target Four ran toward me because assholes love to see your face when they kill you.

I tuned down my pain sensors and the impact sites faded from explosions down to embers. (I know that's actually not a permanent solution and pretending bad things aren't happening is not a great survival strategy in the long run, but there was nothing I could do about it now.)

WHEN I GOT BACK to HaveRatton Station, a bunch of humans tried to kill me. Considering how much I'd been thinking about killing a bunch of humans, it was only fair.

I said: "Sometimes people do things to you that you can't do anything about. You just have to survive it and go on." They all stopped talking and stared at me.

I didn't need as much air as humans did, but I needed some, and it was really cold out there, in the colony ship's shadow. This meant that if the life-tender failed it would take me longer to die so I'd have longer to feel dumb about it than a human would.

The point was to retrieve the clients alive and fuck everything else.

I don't like planets. There's dust and weather, and something always wants to eat the humans.

Sometimes people do things to you that you can't do anything about. You just have to survive it and go on.

Not every problem can be solved by you trying to get yourself killed.

I had stopped watching it when the mutants dragged off the group's biologist to eat him. Seriously, this was exactly the kind of situation I was designed to prevent.

In the bot-fighting business, small mistakes like that get you torn apart.

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.

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.

I know, I said, if the humans were dead, who would make the media?

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.)

While being eaten would end all his problems, he wasn't quite ready for so final a solution.

It's a good thing I don't bleed like a human because hostile marine fauna was about all this situation needed.

I choked her until she was unconscious and then broke her arm to give her something else to worry about if she revived too soon. I didn't take her projectile weapon but I did pause to break a couple of its key components.

If I was wrong, I'd probably be dead, and that was bad enough. Being stupid and dead would just be that much worse.

That was stupid." Everything was clear, sharp. Note to self, never, ever jump into a gunship with a bot pilot and fight off a construct Attacker code again. You almost deleted yourself, Murderbot

My skin was less even than hers and it gets completely regenerated on a regular basis due to me being shot in the face.

know that's actually not a permanent solution and pretending bad things aren't happening is not a great survival strategy in the long run

The lesson was: if you're going to fuck with something bigger and meaner than you, use a quick targeted attack and then run away really fast.