“Good morning, who do I need to kill?” It should come as no surprise that the presence in the room was Security. It might be jarring, hearing the difference in its voice, warm and snarky and concerned and so…not human, so many non-humans have this level of expression. Colorful, perhaps. In the habitat, Murderbot’s voice was gray. Now, it’s not.

It’s been sitting up beside her bed for hours, but there was no way sleep would be possible given the givens.