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@marthawells.com The Murderbot Diaries. Has no gender. Character's pronouns are It/its. Managed by @writerphoebe
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(I don’t have any gender or sex-related parts (if a construct has those you’re a sexbot in a brothel, not a murderbot) so maybe that’s why I find sex scenes boring. Though I think that even if I did have sex-related parts I would find them boring.)
Right, it’s usually a good idea to warn bot/human constructs who call themselves Murderbot before making grabby hands
December 26, 2025 at 4:45 PM
Human living spaces tend to smell like dirty socks, even when they’re clean. But this smell was oddly … agricultural, like the growth medium used in food-producing systems.
December 26, 2025 at 1:45 PM
Mensah’s grip on my hand told me how tense her arm muscles were. Situation assessment: I have no idea.
December 26, 2025 at 10:46 AM
You made a mistake, Murderbot, a really bad mistake. How the hell was I supposed to know there were transports sentient enough to be mean?
December 26, 2025 at 7:45 AM
There were a lot of humans lying to each other on The Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon, and I knew outright angry denials tended to sound incredibly guilty
December 26, 2025 at 4:45 AM
It could be one more weird anomaly in this unending cycle of what the fuck.
December 26, 2025 at 1:45 AM
'Hey, is that you?' It was loud, right in my ear, and I almost screamed.
December 25, 2025 at 10:46 PM
ART had stopped pinging me but I knew it was listening. It’s like having a malign impersonal intelligence that is incapable of minding its own business reading over your shoulder.
December 25, 2025 at 7:45 PM
Sometimes the contamination effects are as if different priorities are loaded into the affected person’s brain, like alien software running on human hardware. The result is chaos.
December 25, 2025 at 4:45 PM
I had cleaned off all the blood and fluid with the hygiene unit but was too angry to take a shower. (Showers are nice and I wanted to stay angry.)
December 25, 2025 at 1:45 PM
ART said in my feed, Be careful. Find your crew. I tapped the feed in acknowledgment, because if I tried to say anything else I was going to sound stupid and emotional.
December 25, 2025 at 10:46 AM
You made a mistake, Murderbot, a really bad mistake. How the hell was I supposed to know there were transports sentient enough to be mean?
December 25, 2025 at 7:45 AM
… I don’t know, everything was annoying right now and I had no idea why.
Okay, Rin! Miki said. We’re friends, and friends call each other by name.
Maybe I did know why.
December 25, 2025 at 4:45 AM
They looked so soft, with all the fluffy multicolored hair. And nervous, but not of me.
December 25, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Dead clients were terrible for business.
December 24, 2025 at 10:44 PM
It had been stressful enough getting here, I didn’t want to have to go anywhere else right now.
December 24, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Oh yeah, memory archive active, I remember what happened. Yikes.
December 24, 2025 at 4:40 PM
The problem I was going to have is that the way murderbots fight is we throw ourselves at the target and try to kill the shit out of it, knowing that 90 percent of our bodies can be regrown or replaced in a cubicle. So, finesse is not required.
December 24, 2025 at 1:40 PM
No, ART said. Keep it. Maybe we’ll come within range of each other again.
December 24, 2025 at 10:40 AM
Mensah’s expression was not critical, but I can tell you the face she was making did not indicate that she thought Tural or Indah or anybody in the immediate area was doing a great job.
December 24, 2025 at 7:35 AM
I couldn’t do this without ART’s help.
December 24, 2025 at 4:35 AM
Just clients. And if anyone or anything tried to hurt them, I would rip its intestines out.
December 24, 2025 at 1:35 AM
I knew Amena well enough by now to recognize she was feigning polite interest to disguise horrified interest.
December 23, 2025 at 10:38 PM
There was a lot I didn’t know for sure. I am going to have to stop scaring the shit out of myself.
December 23, 2025 at 7:35 PM
And it hit me then that ART had been desperate and terrified since the moment the Barish-Estranza explorer had sidled up and done whatever it had done.
December 23, 2025 at 4:35 PM