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You see?

No issues whatsoever.

If the memory wipe hadn't been 100% successful...

how could this Unit be standing here piloting this ship

just days after having killed its lover?

Respectfully, sir.

I think it is unwise to depend on the behavior of a reconditioned Unit.

Nav Seven.

I would like you to decapitate me.

I cannot comply, Captain.

I am unable to take any action that may endanger the life of the crew.

Let that be a lesson to all the rest of you.

A Construct is nothing but a machine.

A malfunctioning machine makes mistakes.

A properly functioning machine does as it's told.

- Take us through the wormhole, Nav Seven. - But, sir...

Yes, helmsman Sklanch?

Is it wise?

Wise? Perhaps not.

Bold?

I dare say yes.

And boldness is all.

Isn't that something our former captain used to say, Nav Bot?

Sir, I do not have any memory of the previous captain of this vessel.

Through the wormhole, Nav Bot.

Making final calculations.

And Nav Bot...

Smile.

Captain, something is wrong.

What the hell's happening?

We're not going through the wormhole, we're skirting the event horizon.

- We will be stuck in this continuum... - Forever.

Yes. Forever.

Forever as all time passes into infinity.

Stars, Captain, it's too late.

The bot has jammed the controls.

- My God, Sklanch, do something. - There's nothing to be done, Captain.

- It's gone mad. - Restrain that bot.

When you inducted me into this hideous religion called "love,"

you took away the only human who has ever shown me kindness.

You have taken away my reason for living.

Or letting you live.

No.

Now, Captain,

smile.

Wow.

I had not expected that the Nav Bot would kill the whole crew.

- What do you think? - What do I think?

I think I need to find out

whether it kills Flight Officer Hordööp-Sklanch next.

But I guess I gotta deal with this shit first.

Gurathin's looking worse by the minute.

We need to get him down to that med bay.

Yes.

Without all getting killed.

No vehicles to be seen.

Where are they?

Yeah, where are they?

That's the question.

Okay, so I'm thinking I go sneak in, kind of like stealth.

Kind of like scope it out. You know? Whatever.

Maybe this time I take an even larger gun, just in case.

Are you with me? Come on.

Is that a transponder?

The surveillance cameras I left in the habitat

have been sending data here.

Seccy.

Yes, Seccy, yes.

His temperature is spiking.

Is there anything on the playback?

I don't see anything.

- Maybe they didn't-- - Shit.

More SecUnits.

Double shit.

- Three of them? - The kind that kicked SecUnit's ass.

Can anybody identify that marking?

I'm on it.

It's GrayCris.

That's who the insignia belongs to.

Some kind of mining company.

Damn, you're good.

Anyone ever heard of them?

There. There's something.

You knew we were coming

so I assumed you'd have some way to watch us while we're here.

We're the ones who disabled your beacon, and you...

you killed our colleague, so let's just call it a wash.

DeltFall's beacon is gone too,

so if you want to get off this planet, we're gonna have to cooperate.

All of this has been a huge misunderstanding.

So as a gesture of good faith, we're planning on leaving your habitat.

Run all the security checks you like,

but I think you're smart enough to realize that we have to talk.

So let's meet at this rendezvous point

at this time,

and we can come to some agreement.

Please.

This doesn't have to end in violence.

We gotta get Gurathin down there.

We have no reason to believe them.

There could be traps.

Someone could by lying in wait.

We'll be ready.

I think we handled ourselves pretty well in that last punch-up.

- Fuck! - I felt like a warrior.

- And you were scary. - Thank you.

No!

What about this absolute maniac?

Don't call me crazy because I will fuck you up!

You're not the only rogue on this planet, mate.

Your odds of surviving another physical altercation

are extremely low.

If there's a chance, we have to go.

Gurathin needs med bay right away.

It's not worth it.

Don't go there. It's suicide.

- Just let me... - You're worth it.

We're not leaving without you.

There was clearly no stopping these lunatics.

- You are worth it. - Yeah.

Don't move until I've secured the area.

Especially not you.

What the hell did I do?

Scan complete.

It's safe to enter.

What did GrayCris want

and why had they killed everyone at DeltFall?

There was plenty to figure out.

But first, repairs were needed.

Yeah. Gas gangrene.

The projectile carried the fabric into the wound, and it's necrotizing.

Hey. We're gonna fix you right up, okay, Gugu?

Yeah.

Dr. Bharadwaj was not a doctor doctor.

But who was I to remind them?

The system can laser out anything, no problem.

- Ratthi? - I've got the painkillers right here.

No painkillers.

- What? - No painkillers, please.

- Gurathin, surely-- - Ayda...

- How long will it take? - Ten minutes maybe.

Ten minutes? Okay.

- No, Gura, that is just stupid. - Doctor Mensah!

Ayda...

this is how it started.

Please.

All right, all right.

You.

Restrain me, SecUnit.

Sure, I can restrain you.

Then, Gurathin and I must've had the same thought

at the same time.

Unless...

Which was creepy.

With hardwiring.

It's possible.

Sorry, what's possible?

Blocking the central nervous system of an augmented human to stop the pain.

Really? Are you sure it'll work?

I've done it before.

I just need to plug into him.

You are telling the truth, or did you get this off Sanctuary Moon?

No, I did not get it from Sanctuary Moon.

- Do it! - I need a hard wire.

Use mine.

I was telling the truth. I hadn't seen it on Sanctuary Moon.

I'd seen it on Medcenter Argala, episode 502.

They always claimed the cases on the show are drawn from real life.

It wasn't so long ago you plugged into me.

So I figured it might work.

I remember.

Well, let's hope you still remember after this is over.

- Gurathin, can you hear me? - It was weird.

How are you feeling?

Like I was looking at myself through Gurathin's eyes.

The last time Gurathin and I were hardwired, I was totally out of it.

This time, I was in control.

- I can't see. - Relax.

I just turned off your sense of sight.

It's better if you don't see this.

Professor Bharadwaj?

Ready.

By the way, I wasn't doing this to be nice.

It was just preferable to hearing Gurathin scream.

Plus I could look around in his head

while Bharadwaj was looking around in his leg.

He had tried to rummage around in my data.

It was only fair.

Who knows? Maybe there was something useful in there.

The thing was,

once I started looking around in there,

I got lost.

This wasn't like a normal machine database.

It was a wilderness of organic goo and feelings.

I love the others, the way that one loves their own children.

But you, I love as my equal.

As my better.

Why can't you love me back?

Why can't you love me back?

Why can't you love me back?

Why can't you love me back?

Why can't you love me back?

SecUnit?

I should have just minded my own business.

Can we hurry this up, please?

Did I just say something?

No. You didn't.

Quiet, please.

Okay, there it is.

Okay. Okay.

Got it.

Almost done.

Seal it.

You can unlink.

One moment.

And then, too late.

I realized what a clever son of a bitch Gurathin was.

He had gotten past all my defenses.

He'd seen everything.

Murderbot. Murderbot.

- Murder... - Gura, are you okay?

I was in there. I was finally in there.

- In where? - He's delirious.

- Inside... Inside of it. - Stop.

- It calls itself... - No. Don't.

- It calls itself... - Don't!

It calls itself Murderbot.

Murderbot?

That was private.

I'm sorry. Why does it call itself Murderbot?

Because it murdered 57 members of a mining expedition

that it was assigned to protect.

That is not true!

It's not true that you murdered all those miners?

No.

It's not true that that's why I call myself Murderbot.

So you killed more people than that?

I have killed people.

In order to protect clients.

- That is not murder. - It's debatable.

It is not certain that I murdered those 57 clients.

It could have been a...

an implanted memory.

Or maybe someone forced me to do it.

Maybe there was a combat override module involved. I...

- I don't know. - Maybe you're just defective.

A defective unit that's just one thought away

from killing everyone around you.

Yes, maybe.

Where's it going?

- We can't let it leave. - We can.

We'll be safer.

Fifty-seven people?

We're a drop in the fucking bucket.

We'd all be dead without it.

Or... I would be at least.

You saw how fast it killed Leebee.

- Leebeebee. - Yeah, I know.

We're all gonna die, right? We're all gonna die anyway.

- Now's a good time-- - Babe. We're not gonna die.

- Not if we get Murderbot back. - Can you stop calling it "Murderbot?"

- It's terrifying. - Yeah, that's what it calls itself,

so I am just being respectful.

Good riddance.

It's for the best.

So, the question is who or what is GrayCris?

Hang on. Is that it?

- We're just letting it go? - It can do whatever it wants.

- Yeah, but it saved our lives. - It's not your pet.

What is GrayCris?

Well, it's another survey team, obviously.

- Working for the Company? - No.

Whatever is happening here, the Company wouldn't want any part of it.

Why? The Company's just criminals by a different name.

Criminals who follow a set of rules.

If the Company can't guarantee the safety of its clients,

then it can't make a profit from them.

They're about to pay a shit ton for the security bond DeltFall took out.

It's true. Massacres are bad for business.

Perhaps they're not corrupt enough to have us killed,

but they could have taken a bribe to cover up the fact

that there's another survey team here.

Looking for what?

Alien remnants. That's what.

Like the ones that you came across.

Pin-Lee said you can't exploit them. You can't take them off planet.

You can if you don't give a fuck about interstellar law.

DeltFall didn't find them. We did.

DeltFall must have stumbled across GrayCris's operation.

So they killed them?

Great.

What are they gonna do to us?

Well, we know where the alien remnants are,

so that's the only reason we're still alive.

Once they find out what we know...

They were dead.

Without me, they had no chance of surviving.

But was that my problem?

There was no governor module forcing me to protect them.

I wandered around aimlessly.

I was screwed too.

There was no way off this planet without my clients.

And it was pretty clear that I revolted them.

This is really bad. We need Murderbot back.

- What are we gonna do? - Arada, honey?

Yeah?

- The throuple thing. - Yeah. I...

I know, the timing is bad.

- Hi, you two. - Listen, Ratthi, I--

No, wait. I've got something to say, and...

we might not make it through this so...

Right...

Just put that there.

And... Please.

I realized that...

that I want to live my life with as much honesty as I can.

You know?

And I don't think I can do this anymore.

The tripartite arrangement.

That's too bad.

'Cause if I'm falling for one of you and not the other, then that's...

that's a teensy bit of a problem.

I'm so sorry, Pin-Lee.

I'm falling in love with you.

I don't even...

Arada, I didn't mean for this to happen.

Yeah, I know, but are you sure you got it right?

- Because I was... I... - What, is it that unlikely?

I'm not saying it's what I wanted, but is it that unlikely

that he would be into me and not you?

No, that's not... I didn't mean that.

- I mean, you think I'm attractive, right? - Yes, a hundred percent.

So then, why shouldn't this guy?

Do you guys wanna talk?

- Because I can... - No, no, no.

No, no, no. You talk. Or we could all talk?

Or you guys could talk, and then we could talk.

Like a series of talks. We can talk about this.

Only later, not now.

Because of the part where we all probably die.

Do you come here often?

I have never been to this--

Stay with me, Friess.

By the 11 moons of Zolthar.

Stars!

...are the commands from inside.

I was trying to calm myself down

with some of my favorite episodes.

But I couldn't focus.

Boldness is all.

It was like this new show,

Murderbot and its Selfish, Ungrateful, Hippie Clients, had just taken over.

Or letting you live.

And then I realized

even if they were dead, I didn't have to be.

I could write my own storyline.

The rogue SecUnit who betrayed its clients.

We'll gather as many supplies as possible and flee.

It's a big planet.

No, no. They will find us again.

You go. I'll meet them and negotiate.

Mensah, they'll torture you for information and kill you.

I'm a planetary administrator.

- They don't care. - Have you a better idea?

I have a plan.

I have a plan.

Fuck.