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cover art by Opalsong
Murderbot watched with growing disbelief as the group of teenage humans walked right into the scene of a grisly murder. It could feel ART watching over its shoulder. They couldn’t possibly be this stupid.
They were that stupid.
They got picked off one by one by the vengeful spirit of the small human they ran over with a vehicle the previous year.
A crash in the next room made Murderbot’s reflexes slam to life and its threat assessment module scream.
There was a cup slowly spilling liquid on the floor and no one in sight.
“So sorry, there was a bit of turbulence,” ART said.
The asshole had done it on purpose.
Murderbot didn’t turn off the movie in spite.
It needed to know if any of the teens survived.