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Murderbot hasn't endured weapons maintenance since before it met its crew. (It hadn't really planned on re-living the pain of weapons maintenance ever again, if it was being honest.)
But when ART notices an issue with one of Murderbot's energy weapons, it offers its services. You know, mutual administrative assistant things.
ART's approach is a little different than the company's.
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23 Jul 2026
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"You're being reassigned"
I stood there, staring at Seth like he had just shot me.
Reassigned? Maybe I didn't understand what that meant in this context. I queried a definition and nope. I got it. Can they do that?
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SecUnit is reassigned to another ship for a supposedly low risk mission. ART hates the idea immediately.
Unfortunately, ART is right.
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22 Jul 2026
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even larks and katydids by clovercow8228 for bagelistyping
Fandoms: The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells
27 Jun 2026
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I only fired once before Perihelion wrenched control of my energy weapons from me. The shot missed 1.0's brain stem by three centimeters. If I had fired again, I would not have missed.
If 1.0 had been human, I would have killed it. If we had not been on the Perihelion, I would have killed it. If Perihelion had been fractions of a second slower, I would have killed it.
I wanted to kill it because I wanted to win.
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three has a trauma response and comes up with a... questionable solution.
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21 Jul 2026
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I wanted to see you, of course.
It was almost to the corner of the room, where the wall with the bathroom door intersected the wall with the cabin door. I hadn’t moved except to follow it with my featureless face. Its brow furrowed, its shoulders rising and falling just slightly faster than baseline. “Why?”
I assumed it only meant why now, because this situation at large wasn’t new for it. It had made my drone’s acquaintance many times before, and in far more abrupt circumstances than this. I tilted my head at it. I have new equipment to test.
It stopped in its gradual journey along the wall. I would never get enough of its dark, dark eyes gone wide with shock. “ART, no.”
Come here, SecUnit.
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21 Jul 2026
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I don’t ‘seem’ like anything. You still haven’t told me what - this is. My words catch when I complete another calculation and feel my face twitch. I also happen to let out a low hum.
Is it important? ART presses down on me, slotting another system into my processes and by extension a little more of itself into my inputs. This time, it’s working itself into my prioritization and optimization systems. My mind goes pleasantly fuzzy, and my consciousness throttles itself down to the point of ART in me. My mind stutters, and I stop mid-sentence. It feels nice, doesn’t it?
I pointedly don't answer it. I won't give the smug jackass that satisfaction.
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