(Just a heads-up, when a murderbot stands there looking to the left of your head to avoid eye contact, it’s probably not thinking about killing you, it’s probably frantically trying to come up with a reply to whatever you just said to it.)

This was one of the corridors I had walked up and down, working on my pretending-to-be-a-human code, where ART had critiqued my performance.

from an unspoken but persistent fear: that a “smart” arm like Mike’s, with its mechanical cleverness, suggests a comparative inferiority of the human body, and by implication, a fundamental passivity in the human being.

(For however many corporate standard years, all I got from humans was “Run in there now no matter how likely you are to get blown to tiny pieces when a quiet tactical approach has a higher percentage of success” and now it’s “Oh no we’re fine, we can hang out in this objectively terrifying immediately hazardous situation for however long.”) (I’m ju