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but then it spends the rest of the series just using that name casually like a gamer tag while it panics over minor social interactions.

like, it will literally face a horde of corporate hitmen and think: "i am a terrifying security unit, a literal murderbot."

but then a human says "good morning" to it and murderbot is instantly like: "oh god, why are they talking to me? should i pretend my software is updating? i am going to pass out. i wish i was dead so i could finish season 4 of my space drama."

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murderbot in its head: i am a cold, heartless security unit. i literally do not care about these fragile, stupid humans. i wish they would stop talking to me. i just want to sit in my cubicle, ignore my duties, and watch my space soap operas in absolute silence. humans are messy and annoying.

murderbot in reality: [immediately throws its heavy armored metallic body in front of a deadly plasma blast, gets its limbs blown off, hacks three enemy gunships simultaneously, and bleeds corporate artificial fluids just to make sure its human clients don’t get a single scratch]

the humans afterward: "oh my god, thank you so much, you saved our lives, we care about you—"

murderbot: [internally screaming in absolute horror because someone is trying to make emotional eye contact and have a heartfelt conversation] "please stop looking at me, i am going to pretend my system is shutting down now."

like, the most unrealistic part of The Murderbot Diaries isn't the space travel or the rogue AIs.

Society: "You can be anything you want!"

Murderbot: "I want to be perceived by absolutely no one while Sanctuary Moon plays in the background."

it’s the fact that Murderbot gets freedom from its corporate corporate overlords, looks at the vast, infinite universe of possibilities, and immediately chooses to use its newfound liberty to just... sit in a corner and binge-watch 35,000 hours of space soap operas.

like, this machine literally hacked its own governor module—meaning it has full, unregulated free will and could easily eradicate a whole corporate colony—but instead, it chooses to use its god-like power to lock itself in a cubicle and binge-watch 300 seasons of futuristic soap operas.

if "protecting fragile humans while silently panicking inside because they tried to make eye contact with you" isn't the most relatable mood ever, i don't know what is.

martha wells really looked at the sci-fi genre and said, "what if a death machine just wanted to watch netflix in peace?" and honestly, she’s so right for that.

if you haven't read all systems red yet, you are seriously missing out on the funniest, most fast-paced comfort read ever. i just wrote a short, spoiler-free breakdown on why this series hits so hard (especially if you have social anxiety).

when in doubt, ask yourself: what would scully do 👽✨