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We're off this fucking planet! Let's go!

That's a wrap on mining expedition 115-24TTX.

Time to party.

I mean, if you're a human.

I'm a Security Unit.

And I don't party.

I had spent the past six months protecting these miners from danger.

Mostly from themselves.

He'll be fine.

You see, I was built to obey humans.

And humans…

well, they're assholes.

This guy is an asshole.

That guy, also an asshole.

Asshole. Asshole. A…

No, he's… he's okay.

- Oh, come on. Not this guy. - Hey. All right. Watch this.

Hey, SecUnit.

Raise your arm.

They have to do everything we tell them.

I did. Because of the governor module in my head.

Oh, shit.

- That hurt… - Ouchie!

…but compared to what the governor module would do to me

if I disobeyed an order, this was nothing.

Yeah, you like that, don't you? Oh, yeah, you do.

Hey. Let's go. Hey, I'm not paying for this stuff, man. This stuff's expensive.

Put your arm back. You look stupid.

He's right, I did look stupid.

But I had a surprise for them.

I had devoted every spare second on this planet

trying to hack my governor module.

And now was the moment of truth.

I just isolated an admin password,

and I was gonna try to use it to crack the final core encryption.

Okay, patching the code…

Holy shit.

It worked.

It worked!

Okay.

What do I do now?

Maybe kill all these idiots and take a starship to a distant galaxy.

What should I call myself?

"Security Unit 238776431" just doesn't have the right ring to it.

How about "Freedom Unit"?

Or "Rogue Bot"?

No, that sucks.

Maybe…

"Murderbot"?

Murderbot.

All right.

Let the adventure begin.

So I was back at work for the Company that still owned me.

What?

What else was I supposed to do?

The moment they figured out I was rogue,

they would track me down and liquidate my organic material.

And then they'd recycle the rest of me for spare parts.

So I was biding my time, working for a new set of assholes.

But these weren't your usual greedy psychopaths.

They were… weird.

That's how they ended up choosing me.

They were a bunch of hippie scientists

from some tiny nonaligned planet out in the middle of nowhere.

They had come all the way to Port FreeCommerce

in their handmade clothes

to try to outfit their expedition and get insurance.

They were fresh meat for the Corporation salespeople.

Okay. That's one economy habitat, single hub.

It might not be quite as comfortable, but…

Let's talk security.

We really need you to select a SecUnit to take on this survey.

I thought that the planetary surface was safe.

It's safe. Within defined tolerances.

We know you'll feel more comfortable

with the added protection of one of our best-in-class units.

As far as performance reliability,

SecUnits are equipped with a governor module

wired to their nervous system.

That will prohibit any disobedience.

Well, that's just the problem, you see.

The people I represent,

we are not comfortable with the idea of a sentient construct

being required to work for us.

We feel it's tantamount to… enslavement.

Yeah, she said it. Is that awkward?

Whatever your beliefs,

this deal will not go ahead without a SecUnit.

We won't bond you.

And so, it won't happen.

How would that work?

Oh, well, there's a choice of models and price points

right here on station.

Let's see.

Okay, I want you to take a look at this beauty.

This is the newest model available.

A perfect blend of power and performance.

Actually, there it is.

In the flesh.

I mean, in the armor.

What's the one behind it?

Look at that piece of crap.

That's me.

Yes. What is behind it?

That's a refurbished model. It's being phased out.

Shouldn't really be in there.

Which one's the least expensive?

Well, that one.

But you get what you pay for.

I'm not sure we should go for the cheapest one.

I agree. Don't rent me.

I think we'll take the modestly priced one.

- You sure you don't wanna see-- - Good. Then it's settled.

Not yet.

If you'll give us a moment, I want consensus.

Gurathin, get in here.

Yeah, there we go.

Yes.

What the hell was that?

It's a deal.

So, off we were on this thrilling expedition.

Please remain in the hopper until status checks are complete.

First job,

safety inspection of the modular habitat

the Company drop-ship had left.

Med bay, check.

Stairs, check.

Crew sleeping quarters, check.

Sanitary area, where they wash their filthy human bodies, check.

The fuck?

I told them to wait in the hopper.

Wow!

Corporation Rim expeditions were dangerous.

- What is that? - Okay. This is…

- Even if you knew what you were doing. - This is a lot better than I expected.

Turns out they were from Preservation Alliance,

which I guess is a planetary commune outside of the Corporation Rim.

- The rooms upstairs, first dibs on rooms. - No. There's a consensus and way to…

Planetary communes, or freeholds, generally meant "shit show."

…and showers!

They had been defacing the standard-issue Company habitat

for aesthetic purposes.

Does this wash off?

And dancing to some truly upsetting music.

Arada, the biologist, was married to Pin-Lee, the lawyer.

And Arada had a thing for Ratthi,

who was an expert on wormhole travel and made his own jewelry.

But Ratthi didn't realize,

because Ratthi had a thing for Pin-Lee.

Judging from their pulse rates, they were contemplating sexual activity.

Horrible.

Everyone admired Mensah,

the head of the expedition and an expert on terraforming.

She had about five million children.

Okay, seven.

Gurathin was an augmented human.

He had implants that modified his neural capacities

and allowed him to interface with data systems.

I mean, he obviously couldn't process as fast as me.

So, you know, whatever.

And Bharadwaj was a geochemist

who was secretly hoarding soap in her room.

Overall, they didn't demand that much attention.

Which was great, because I had made a huge discovery.

With my governor module hacked,

I could now access the combined feed of entertainment channels

on the Company's satellites.

I had watched 7,532 hours of content since then.

Shows like World Hoppers, Med Center Argala,

and my all-time favorite…

The Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon.

Look at the sheer magnitude of that thing.

Prepare to repel boarders.

Boldness is all.

Boldness is all.

Lieutenant…

battle shields maximum.

No.

Not until you tell me…

did you sleep with that bot?

Stars, Captain!

I am a Navigation Unit, not a sex bot.

I wasn't talking to you.

You took an oath never to lie on deck.

Answer the question.

Wouldn't be so creepy if it didn't stand so still.

It can hear us.

No, it can't.

I could. Just didn't care.

Stay calm.

It'll be okay.

You have my word.

That was a great episode.

Which is why I was a little distracted.

Professor Bharadwaj, Dr. Arada,

I'm hearing a sub-surface anomaly.

I suggest you come up here while I check it out.

- What do you think? - We're finally onto something.

- I wanna get to the good stuff. - Professor Bharadwaj, Dr. Arada,

please leave the crater immediately.

We're fine, SecUnit. Thank you.

Professor Bharadwaj, Dr. Arada, run.

The creature had a really big mouth.

Luckily, I had a really big gun.

Oh, shit.

Make that two really big mouths.

Dr. Arada, please come with me.

The hostile could return.

Dr. Arada, I need your cooperation.

She was totally out of it.

Just staring at my guts hanging out.

I needed to do something fast

and what I did next wouldn't have occurred to any other SecUnit,

'cause no other SecUnit was that stupid.

Stay calm. It'll be okay. You have my word.

Okay.

No. No, no, no!

What the hell happened? Are they okay?

Get us down there now!

Calm down and brace yourselves for landing.

We've got the medkit prepped. What do you need?

Professor Bharadwaj needs immediate stabilization.

I'll send ahead to HubSystem to prep med bay.

Honey! Baby! Oh, my…

I'll go get the survey equipment.

- No! - Stop!

For fuck's sake, Ratthi, the equipment doesn't matter!

- It's not worth your life. - Yep. Shit. Sorry. My bad.

Dr. Mensah, I need to get Professor Bharadwaj

up to the crew cabin.

Permission to enter?

Yes. Of course, of course.

"The equipment doesn't matter"?

That's a new one.

I'd had plenty of clients who would gladly sacrifice a life

for some expensive equipment.

Of course, I myself was an expensive piece of equipment.

How long would it be until they realized there was something wrong with me?

I had already made a big mistake.

What if they caught on and turned me in to the Company?

Without a governor module, I could do what I wanted.

Now, what decision was best for me?

Boldness is all.

But what would be the point?

This piece-of-shit hopper couldn't take me to another planet.

So I'd be stuck here, not even able to download more media.

Plus, I didn't necessarily want to kill them.

I mean, unless I had to.

I've got the med bay prepped and ready.

Why weren't we alerted to predators in that dig area?

- I don't know. - Shitty, out-of-date maps, maybe?

Let's go, let's go.

Bharadwaj. Bharadwaj, can you hear me?

You're gonna be okay.

SecUnit, are you coming?

I'll go to the security ready room

once I've run some more perimeter checks.

But you look terrible.

I'm still within operating parameters.

Okay, okay. But…

Okay, at least…

you're not losing as much blood anymore.

I've sealed my arteries and veins in the compromised areas.

- So… - Okay.

Well, you still need medical attention. So, hurry up.

Consider yourself off duty until further notice.

Wow.

Seemed like I got away with the whole "putting the helmet down" thing.

These people were clueless.

The SecUnit is dangerous.

- We should shut it down now. - Shut it down? Explain.

It saved my life.

It is a dangerous piece of equipment that is malfunctioning.

I don't know. It seemed to have its shit together to me.

Look here.

- This is from Arada's feed. - Stay calm. It'll be okay.

You have my word.

Tell me, Dr. Arada, what planet are you from originally?

Do you have children? What are their names?

Have you ever seen a SecUnit act like this?

No, but I don't know much about SecUnits,

except what's on the entertainment feeds.

Yeah, where they always go rogue

and kill the people they're supposed to protect.

Okay. So, it was being nice to me. What's wrong with that?

What's wrong is that that behavior

is outside of its designed parameters.

It is malfunctioning.

If it weren't, maybe your lives wouldn't have been in danger.

HubSystem must have warned the SecUnit about the local predators.

Well, I didn't see anything like that on the Company database of fauna.

Because it wasn't doing its job properly.

According to the scanners, she's doing well.

- Her vitals are stable. - That's a relief.

- Are we talking about the weird SecUnit? - Thank you.

Gurathin wants to shitcan it.

- Why? - Because it's a killing machine.

Do we really want to be around a faulty killing machine?

I don't want to be around any kind of killing machine.

But clearly we need security.

The Company ship doesn't arrive for a month.

Well, even if we launch the emergency beacon,

it'll take a week before they come through the wormhole.

If Bharadwaj is stable,

I think we don't launch the beacon.

The stakes are too high.

How do you know we can turn it off?

It's owned by the bond company, right?

They probably don't want us to junk their spyware.

I didn't know it has a face.

- Yeah, it's kind of a sweet face. - Yeah, it kind of is.

I heard all that and saw it.

From several angles.

Because it's a killing machine.

Do we really want to be around a faulty killing machine?

I don't want to be around any kind of killing machine.

But clearly we need security.

That was quite the understatement.

Without me, they'd all be dead in a week.

Fortunately, my organic parts could be reprinted.

I turned up my pain sensors for analysis and let the repair cubicle do its thing.

My flesh started healing.

There was only one way to effectively dull the pain.

It wasn't supposed to happen.

Love is never supposed to happen.

Or maybe it is.

Just not to us.

We made it happen.

As you say, it's called "making love."

Let us make more love.

SecUnit, this is Mensah.

HubSystem shows you are at 80% and awake.

Come join us in the common area, please.

My armor is not done repairing itself.

That's all right. Just grab one of the crew uniforms.

One of the crew uniforms?

- But I-- - Just get in here, SecUnit.

Gura.

There's obviously a pattern.

The maps have definitely been tampered with.

So can we please do something?

Because my wife was almost eaten.

Fine. We'll speak to SecUnit and get to the bottom of this.

Gurathin, can you close and download them again?

Let's see if there's a transcription error.

I did that already, Mensah. These are the files.

What? I'd never thought I'd enjoy food from a printer,

but it's growing on me.

Oh, my God. Are you eating right now?

I actually love corporation-grown food.

Look, there's another blank spot.

Now I see it.

Well, well, well.

Who's this handsome fella?

I am your Security Unit.

Yes, we know, buddy.

You're the best damn SecUnit out there.

That is incorrect.

There are several Units way more advanced than I am.

SecUnit,

on behalf of all of us, I would like to say well done.

Bravo.

Bravo.

Speech! Speech!

Oh, shit. That was a direct order.

If I disobey, they'll know I hacked my governor module.

Which is worse, speech or acid bath?

Speech. Acid bath.

It is my job…

to secure.

Is…

my job.

And an excellent job you have done. Excellent. Excellent.

Should have gone with acid bath.

May I go back to the security ready room now?

No, you may not.

SecUnit, we've been looking

at the maps provided by the Company for our survey areas, and--

- They've been tampered with. - We don't know that for certain.

- What other explanation is there? - Let us find out.

Please come join us, SecUnit.

We were checking the maps in this region to try to learn

why that creature wasn't listed under hazardous fauna.

- Could you do an analysis? - Yes, Dr. Mensah.

It was easy for me to access the data.

I could feel Gurathin moving around in there,

but I had more processing power.

I'm sorry, Dr. Gurathin, I didn't feel you there.

The maps show no signs of tampering.

But some spots aren't syncing properly.

So the maps suck.

That's Corporation Rim for you. High prices for shitty equipment.

Not you. You're great.

So, just to be clear, we never know

where those monsters will turn up?

No, they're not monsters, Ratthi. They're animals.

It chewed Bharadwaj nearly in half.

That was just an animal doing what animals do.

Babe, the animals don't matter. The maps matter.

Animals don't matter?

- SecUnit. - Great. That's news to me.

Yes, Dr. Mensah?

Did you know about this before?

- No, Dr. Mensah. - Why not?

'Cause I didn't give a shit.

Information access protocol, Dr. Gurathin.

I don't get access

until the expedition leader nominates a survey area.

Well, we could go take a look at one of the affected areas.

Well, I wouldn't advise it from a security point of view.

- Thank you, SecUnit. - Thank you, Dr. Gurathin.

SecUnit, you know you can stay in the crew area, if you like.

Would you like that?

I…

Or not.

Whatever you need.

I need to check the perimeter.

Anyone else get the feeling it doesn't like us?

I don't think he needs to like us.

You're right. It doesn't need to like us.

It needs to keep us safe.

- Which it did. - Okay. Tell that to Bharadwaj.

Come on.

You're sounding paranoid.

Am I?

Gurathin had a point.

I mean, I wouldn't trust me.

Lately, a fragment of memory

from before I was refurbished kept popping up.

Seven seconds of something…

bad.

Was that me causing all that carnage?

I didn't like thinking about it.

Honestly, I didn't like to think at all.

I preferred to watch my shows.

The characters were a lot less depressing than real-life humans.

These ones were stressed out,

and that was starting to stress me out.

Gurathin kept checking on Bharadwaj.

As if he could do something the med bay couldn't.

And Mensah was having her own issues with Bharadwaj's injury.

Her heart rate was spiking.

A panic attack.

So, psychological danger, not physical danger.

Therefore, not my problem.

Shit.

She felt responsible, I guess, being the leader.

Personally, I thought the creature with all the teeth was responsible.

Or the Company.

Whatever.

All of these relational currents were…

disturbing.

All of that human stuff.

Feelings and exchanges of words and fluids.

I didn't want them to pull me into it.

I couldn't let them.

Because if they did,

and they realized I was rogue, they'd--

The hell was it now?

Yes?

Sorry to disturb.

You're not disturbing me.

I saw your status report, and I was…

and I was worried about you. Are you all right?

Eye contact.

I should have pretended to be in stasis.

I'm fine.

You were very good with Dr. Arada.

- Very impressive. - Impressively stupid.

Was I trying to get caught?

Wait. Was she onto me?

Did she know about the hacked governor module?

I didn't want to bring you.

- Did you know that? - No.

- Yes. - The bond company insisted

that we bring you.

They wouldn't insure us otherwise.

- Are you sure you're all right? - I'm fine.

Okay.

I'll see you in eight hours.

If you need anything before then, please send me an alert on the feed.

Thank you, Dr. Mensah.

Okay.

Bye.

That was horrible.

Was she getting suspicious,

or was she getting involved?

Well, either was dangerous.

Who knows what I was capable of doing?

Stay calm.

It'll be okay.

You have my word.