#secunit
Misdirection, let’s try that. “I would have either disposed of the body so it was never found, or made it look like an accident.”been rereading murderbot n have a bunch of scenes i wanna draw!! so here’s a small one from fugitive telemetry to start off :’D
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Misdirection, let’s try that. “I would have either disposed of the body so it was never found, or made it look like an accident.”been rereading murderbot n have a bunch of scenes i wanna draw!! so here’s a small one from fugitive telemetry to start off :’D
Look, Gurathin’s just perfect…he is neat
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Honestly though: how can anyone read the Murderbot Diaries and not think Gurathin is utterly adorable?
This is the man who says to A ROGUE SECUNIT:
“I can’t tell if that’s you being passive aggressive or you being willfully obtuse.”
Later: Gurathin sighed and rubbed his face and looked off into the distance, like he regretted all his life choices that had led to him standing here right now. On our private feed connection, he sent,
Or you could just show them where you were when this person was being killed.
Gurathin is utterly adorable. He is a sweetie. He is clearly (as, let’s face it, anyone with any sense at all would be) hopelessly smitten with Murderbot. It’s a sensible interpretation of the text. And it likes him too…it even uses its private name with him in Exit Strategy:
Picture commissioned from @cmdrburton , it is lovely, you could get one commissioned too, just for you, buy more art
“Murderbot Impersonates an Augmented Human Security Consultant,”
Anyway, I ❤️Gurathin and am taking questions
It’d started with their usual to and fro; suddenly some of the ripostes had been sharp, too much to gently parry. They’d cut.
You said I was a rogue
Acid sharp, clear like lake ice, cruel.
You were. You had hacked your governor module.
Still a little warmth, hint of the old stiffness returning.
You told everyone my private name
Barbs now, trying to catch; draw into a fight…
Dr Mensah asked you for your name, that was your name, was it not?
Dismissive, hint of—what, impatience?
The feed, their private feed, suddenly still: furious resentful silence. Full of the unsaid.
But I was wrong about one thing, you had not killed 57 people you’d been charged to protect. I was wrong about that, and I am sorry.
But I was wrong because you were too.
It got up, silently, and slipped out the door without a backwards glance.
He grimaced, rubbed his brow. In the feed ART wrapped itself around him, warm and gentle. Grateful.
Thank you, Dr Gurathin.
Fifty seven - Rosewind2007 - The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells [Archive of Our Own]
Gurathin: Hey it calls itself Murderbot and I have some concerns.
MB: You do not trust Murderbot implicitly and without question? Murderbot, who would give its life for you? You betray Murderbot! Jail for client! Jail for client for one thousand years!
Gurathin sighed and rubbed his face and looked off into the distance, like he regretted all his life choices that had led to him standing here right now.
Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy
But here’s my [number] comm interface, so [call me] maybe we’ll come within range of each other again…
“SecUnit—” Arada started at the same time as Ratthi said, “I don’t think—”
ART interrupted, SecUnit’s earlier statement that I “lie a lot” was untrue. I obviously cannot reveal information against the interests of my crew unless circumstances warrant.
Arada nodded. “Right. We understand. I think SecUnit is looking out for our interests—”
i’ve been wanting to draw this scene since i first read ne and finally got around to it HSDJKS
another fav scene from fugitive telemetry :’)
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When constructs were first developed, they were originally supposed to have a pre-sentient level of intelligence, like the dumber variety of bot. But you can’t put something as dumb as a hauler bot in charge of security without spending even more money for expensive company-employed human supervisors. So they made us smarter. The anxiety and depression were side effects.
In the deployment center, when I was standing there while Dr. Mensah explained why she didn’t want to rent me as part of the bond agreement, she had called the increase in intelligence a “hellish compromise.”
mb and mensah, first meeting
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“You can still get out of this,” Thiago gasped. “Just let us go. You can take me as a hostage—”
Oh, right, that’ll help. I said, “No hostages.”
a comic for network effect this time….. ratthi my beloved
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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?
a small artificial condition comic - mb meets ART :D
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We shouldn’t have to. We don’t have to. The bot pilot was curious and friendly, but it was no ART, it couldn’t stop me. I could take over the ship’s SecSystem before this human with the temptingly large projectile weapon could blink. I could get that weapon before that human could blink. I wanted to do it, and it bled into the feed.
sketchy comic of a favourite scene from exit strategy
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Misdirection, let’s try that. “I would have either disposed of the body so it was never found, or made it look like an accident.”
been rereading murderbot n have a bunch of scenes i wanna draw!! so here’s a small one from fugitive telemetry to start off :’D
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recently finished reading the murderbot diaries n had to do a painting for it!!! bnw n red versions cause i couldn’t decide which i liked better
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I drew this so that @elexuscalwould write a fic and so the deal was struck
(Id written by Boppinrobin and slightly biased)
[Image ID: Murderbot stands leaning against a lavender wall, casual, at ease with its arms crossed saying, “What.” It is a dark-skinned construct with a built-in neon pink earpiece who is currently wearing a horrible outfit. It has on: bright neon green flip-flop sandals, a pair of ombre bell-bottom glitter pants that fade from periwinkle to pink to mauve to magenta with a black heart with three little neon green hearts in it stitched on over its right knee. As for a top, it is wearing a hoodie with a number of zig-zag, spiral, hippie flower, snake-wavy, argyle diamond patterns in the most garish, ungodly palette all smushed together as if someone had dumped a wide spectrum of shrimp colors in a blender and left off the lid. It is wearing a pair of stunner shades with a pink heart on the right side. Its gun ports say the following: (1) “This machine kills fascists,” and (2) “My other car *also* kills fascists,” with a cartoon drawing of ART with an angry smiley face on it. Its fingernails are also neon pink. This is the best Murderbot has ever looked./ end ID]
