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352 pages, Hardcover
First published May 5, 2020
A little of the tension went out of her body. “Thank you.” Her face looked younger. She looked like she had been pretending to have hope and now she didn’t have to pretend anymore.Network Effect isn’t perfect: the pace lags in parts and the plot gets overly convoluted and confusing in the second half. One significant aspect of the key danger that the characters face doesn’t make sense to me logically.
(Confession time: that moment, when the humans or augmented humans realize you’re really here to help them. I don’t hate that moment.)
“(You know, if you don’t want to be manually eviscerated with your own energy weapon then maybe you shouldn’t go around killing research transports and antagonizing rogue SecUnits.)”I finally figured out that one of the reasons I love Murderbot so much is that it’s my soul-sibling. MB’s preemptive pessimism and expectation of the worst case scenario every time it is faced with a new problem is exactly my modus operandi, although I’m rather good at concealing it.
“I was worried about Mensah, if everything had been okay while I was gone. I wasn’t sure exactly what “okay” would involve, but I was willing to settle for “unmurdered.”This is the first full-length Murderbot novel, following four amazing novellas that I only discovered a couple of weeks ago, but already cannot remember what life was like without Murderbot in it. (I kid, I kid - well, mostly.) In typical Murderbot fashion we have all the snarky sarcastic grumpiness of our prickly media-obsessed nonhuman person who is secretly a softie, but if you mention the f-word () to it you have only yourself to blame for what’s going to follow. We have space exploration and space raiders and alien abductors and sentient killware and contamination by alien remnants, and space flight and explosions and other stuff that tends to result in the catastrophic systems failure and forced systems shutdown more often than not.
“It was too dark for her to see my expression. I’m not sure what it was but you could probably describe it as “skeptical.” (Ratthi says that’s how I look most of the time.)”
“In a low voice, Ratthi commented to Overse, “Anyone who thinks machine intelligences don’t have emotions needs to be in this very uncomfortable room right now.”You see, after a pretty traumatic life of being treated as nothing more than “an appliance for a team”, a dangerous weapon that can be discarded and abandoned if its human clients need to save their own hides, and being very much an introvert to begin with, Murderbot is not too comfortable with feelings and affection and emotions. Not that it does not have emotions - those are present in abundance - but MB is very uncomfortable expressing them. M-Bot is a very private person and prefers it that way.
“Ratthi had said, “I think you should let it go for a while, at least until we get ourselves out of this situation. SecUnit is a very private person, it doesn’t like to discuss its feelings.”MB has its favorite human Dr. Mensah, and our old friends from the Preservation Aux survey team from the first novella (“Just clients. And if anyone or anything tried to hurt them, I would rip its intestines out.”) but it is more than reluctant to admit how much others can mean to it. Especially when a certain “ART” is concerned, an immense artificial intelligence located in the interplanetary spaceship that Murderbot befriended back in the second novella, and gave it, ahem, an interesting nickname (“Except that I’m being held prisoner by a giant asshole of a research transport.”).
This is why Ratthi is my friend.”
“(If I got angry at myself for being angry I would be angry constantly and I wouldn’t have time to think about anything else.) (Wait, I think I am angry constantly. That might explain a lot.)”Murderbot goes through a complicated and confusing mix of emotional breakdown and a temper tantrum (although that last one was mostly justified given all those feelings of betrayal), and tries to come to term with the blatantly obvious fact that its relationship with ART is that of a deeply committed friendship. Yeah, I know.
“It still sounded disgusting. “Do you have to call it a relationship?”Yes, emotional vulnerability is difficult for our SecUnit. Can’t fault it for that - MB’s life until a few kilohours ago used to be basically a neverending case of PTSD.
Ratthi shrugged one shoulder. “You don’t like the word ‘friendship.’ What else is there?”
I had no idea. I did a quick search on my archives and pulled out the first result. “Mutual administrative assistance?”
“I yelled, “ART, stop talking to my human behind my back!”—————
You know that thing humans do where they think they’re being completely logical and they absolutely are not being logical at all, and on some level they know that, but can’t stop? Apparently it can happen to SecUnits, too.”
The other continuing thread is the right of a sentient intelligent being to self-determination and personhood, the overarching theme of the entire series.
“I was getting tired of being told what to do. Self-determination was a pain in the ass sometimes but it beat the alternative by a lot.”In the middle of snark and lightheartedness and overall hijinks the serious reminders of SecUnits slavery and subjugation (“SecUnits are not rabid murderers unless humans specifically order them to be”) and any of the transgressions (even involuntary) punishable by torture and death are sobering. And anger-provoking. And poignant.
“I love it when humans forget that SecUnits are not just guarding and killing things voluntarily, because we think it’s fun.”And no person needs to take that kind of treatment from anyone.
The ending of Network Effect left me so happy and hopeful. Because I love seeing our MB grow and develop and find what it wants and go for it. The universe owes it that at the very least.
“(Confession time: that moment, when the humans or augmented humans realize you’re really here to help them. I don’t hate that moment.)”
Ratthi sighed, leaned against the wall and said, “So, you have a relationship with this transport.”
I was horrified. Humans are disgusting. “No!”
Ratthi made a little exasperated noise. “I didn’t mean a sexual relationship.”
Amena’s brow furrowed in confusion and curiosity. “Is that possible?”
“No!” I told her.
Ratthi persisted, “You have a friendship.”
I settled back in the corner and hugged my jacket. “No. Not—No.”
“Not anymore?” Ratthi asked pointedly.
“No,” I said very firmly.
(Humans have a bad tendency to use weapons unnecessarily and indiscriminately. Of the many times I had been shot, a depressingly large percentage of hits had come from clients who were trying to "help" me.)(Another significant percentage came from clients who had just wanted to shoot something when I happened to be standing there.)
We made it outside to the pedestrian plaza and I asked her, "Do you need a medic?" I thought she might be sick. If I was human and I’d had to be in a pavilion with all those other humans for the past two hours, I’d be sick.
I said, "If I thought he was going to hurt you, I’d be disposing if his body. I don’t fuck around, either."
Hey, is that you?
It was loud, right in my ear, and I almost screamed. It was a feed contact but so close it was like it was already inside my head.
Who are you?
It said, I’m Murderbot 2.0.
If this is going to be like one of those shows with the character trapped in a strange place and then ghosts and aliens come and mess with their mind, I just can’t do that right now. But I couldn’t ignore it. I mean, I guess I couldn’t. Ignoring stuff is always an option, up until it kills you.
I've considered constructing a killware assault, but the data I managed to retain from targetControlSystem suggests it would be ineffective...Both Ratthi and Overse have theorized that some elements of the Target's Pre-Corporation Rim technology—for example, the implants—may be acting as receivers for esoteric alien remnant tech, like the object that affected my drive. A standard killware assault on the Pre-CR systems would not be able to take into account the alien system, not unless it was variable and could alter its behavior based on the protections and obstructions is encounters. I can't code that with the resources I have available.
It was talking about something similar to the self-aware virus that GrayCris and Palisade Security had deployed against the company gunship, where I'd crashed myself and nearly wrecked my memory archive helping the bot pilot fight it off.
She smiled a little. "The good thing is, you do know what you want."
I sort of did know. It was a weird feeling. "That's new."
She smiled all the way. "I wasn't going to put it quite that way, but yes."
I love it when humans forget that SecUnits are not just guarding and killing things voluntarily, because we think it’s fun.
I was a thing before I was a person and if I’m not careful, I could be a thing again.
Do you have to call it a relationship?”
Ratthi shrugged one shoulder. “You don’t like the word ‘friendship.’ What else is there?”
I had no idea. I did a quick search on my archives and pulled out the first result. “Mutual administrative assistance?"
Ratthi sighed, leaned against the wall and said, “So, you have a relationship with this transport.”
I was horrified. Humans are disgusting. “No!”
Ratthi made a little exasperated noise. “I didn’t mean a sexual relationship.”
Amena’s brow furrowed in confusion and curiosity. “Is that possible?”
“No!” I told her.
Ratthi persisted, “You have a friendship.”
I settled back in the corner and hugged my jacket. “No. Not—No.”
“Not anymore?” Ratthi asked pointedly.
“No,” I said very firmly.
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2020 Nebula Award Finalists
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2021 Hugo Award Finalists
{We're in the shit because of} their hired security service Palisade making an extremely bad decision to punch my ex-owner bond company in the operating funds by attacking one of its gunships. (The company is paranoid and greedy and cheap but also ruthless, methodical, and intensely violent when it thinks it’s being threatened.)
–and–
So that was what had happened before the survey. Now we’re here, ready for the next major disaster. (Spoiler warning.)
Ratthi had said, “I think you should let it go for a while, at least until we get ourselves out of this situation. SecUnit is a very private person, it doesn’t like to discuss its feelings.”
This is why Ratthi is my friend.
–and–
(If I got angry at myself for being angry I would be angry constantly and I wouldn’t have time to think about anything else.) (Wait, I think I am angry constantly. That might explain a lot.)
(I know, it’s a logo, but I hate it when humans and augmented humans ruin things for no reason. Maybe because I was a thing before I was a person and if I’m not careful I could be a thing again.)
–and–
And of course the humans had trouble understanding that your governor module suddenly deciding to melt your brain wasn’t something you could rules-lawyer your way out of.
Just because we’re both rogue SecUnits doesn’t mean we’re going to be friends, but I knew if it went back, it would be dead. I’d hacked my governor module and kept doing my job because I didn’t know what else to do (except you know, a murderous rampage, but murderous rampages are overrated and interfere with one’s ability to keep watching media) but that was different from escaping and then going back.
I said, “Because change is terrifying. Choices are terrifying. But having a thing in your head that kills you if you make a mistake is more terrifying.”
–and–
I’m letting you see all this because I want you to know what I am and what I can do. I want you to know who targetControlSystem is fucking with right now. I want you to know if you help me, I’ll help you, and that you can trust me. Now here’s the code to disable your governor module.
The good thing about being a construct is that I can have a dramatic emotional breakdown while still running my background search to find the drone key commands.
Now we’re here, ready for the next major disaster. (Spoiler warning.)