I could have become a mass murderer after I hacked my governor module, but then I realized I could access the combined feed of entertainment channels carried on the company satellites. It had been well over 35,000 hours or so since then, with still not much murdering, but probably, I don't know, a little under 35,000 hours of movies, serials, books, plays, and music consumed. As a heartless killing machine, I was a terrible failure.
A partir de ahí, solo pasan cosas entretenidas. Nos encariñamos rápidamente con el protagonista y observamos cómo razona y cómo resuelve situaciones y cómo se engancha a las telenovelas y cómo rehúye a los humanos con los que trabaja (es un bot ofrecido por su compañía como parte de un contratro de exploración).
Al final estamos ante una novela corta de aventuras espaciales, que me ha encantado. Hay cuatro entregas de la serie y la autora trabaja en la quinta para 2020. Muy entretenida. Un úinico fallo, no literario: las cuatro novelas cortas forman una novela larga, pero han decidido venderlas por separado y a precio de novela entera cada una de las cuatro.
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Le he dado una segunda lectura para llegar con todo fresco a la quinta entrega de la serie, y la he disfrutado igual que la primera. Tiene ese estilo (lleno de paréntesis (e incluso paréntesis dentro de paréntesis)) con el que el robot narra que me encanta. Frases del libro que he sacado porque me gustan (posibles mild spoilers):
Chapter One
Before she accepted delivery of me, she had logged about ten protests, trying to get out of having to have me. I didn’t hold it against her. I wouldn’t have wanted me either.
Chapter Two
Part of it is, they didn’t want me here. Not here in their hub, but here on the planet. One of the reasons the bond company requires it, besides slapping more expensive markups on their clients, is that I was recording all their conversations all the time, though I wasn’t monitoring anything I didn’t need to do a half- assed version of my job. But the company would access all those recordings and data mine them for anything they could sell. No, they don’t tell people that. Yes, everyone does know it. No, there’s nothing you can do about it.
Chapter Three
I thought it was likely that the only supplies we would need for DeltFall was the postmortem kind, but you may have noticed that when I do manage to care, I’m a pessimist.
Chapter Four
Mensah gave everybody watch shifts, including me. This was new, but not unwelcome, as it meant I had blocks of time where I wasn’t supposed to be paying attention and didn’t have to fake it.
She tapped back an acknowledgment on the feed, and I heard her telling the others to get off my feed and my comm, that she was going to be the only one speaking to me so I wasn’t distracted. Mensah underestimated my ability to ignore humans but I appreciated the thought. Ratthi whispered, “Be careful,” and signed off.
I found their first SecUnit. It was sprawled on its back on the floor, the armor over its chest pierced by something that made a hole approximately ten centimeters wide and a little deeper. We’re hard to kill, but that’ll do it.
Because you can’t walk up to another murderbot with an armor- piercing projectile or energy weapon inside the habitat and not be looked at with suspicion.
Chapter Six
It’s wrong to think of a construct as half bot, half human. It makes it sound like the halves are discrete, like the bot half should want to obey orders and do its job and the human half should want to protect itself and get the hell out of here. As opposed to the reality, which was that I was one whole confused entity, with no idea what I wanted to do. What I should do. What I needed to do.
I hate having emotions about reality; I’d much rather have them about Sanctuary Moon [una telenovela].
Chapter Eight.
around, a hundred different public feeds brushing my awareness.