Murderbot tiene mil frases geniales (leve spoiler alert):
I “liked” these clothes. Maybe I actually liked them enough to remove the quotation marks around “liked.” I don’t like things in general that can’t be downloaded via the entertainment feed.
[...]would be able to identify me as a rogue unit on sight (or on ping, more accurately)
Still, my human skin was prickling with nerves. The extra security seemed to support a theory I had. Or maybe I mean a hypothesis.
[...]did a quick walk-through to scan for anomalies, then dropped my bag and lay down on the bed. (It was huge. Why have a bed that could easily accommodate four medium to large humans when you only had one hook for towels in the bath facility? Were the humans supposed to share the towel?)
I had been running possible scenarios, partly to drown out the sound of humans making stupid suggestions. (Not that I don’t like that sound; it’s sort of comforting and familiar, in an annoying way.)
Gurathin turned to me. “If they do, you can take her away from them, no matter how many guards?” I was beginning to think Gurathin’s asshole expression was some congenital condition he had no control over. I said, “The more guards the better.” He lifted his brows. “Are you going to kill them?” Scratch that, Gurathin’s asshole expression is due to him being an asshole.
“You’re the humans who walk in the wrong place and get attacked by angry fauna. I have extracted living clients from situations that were less than nine percent survivable. I’m more than qualified to make that call.”
[The hotel had] many levels and had large square biozones depicting different ecologies, with furniture arranged around them. It looked nice, inviting humans to sit around and discuss proprietary information in the hotel’s choked feed so the hotel could record it and sell it to the highest bidder.
On the feed the humans settled some details of what I was designating as Operation Not Actually A Completely Terrible Plan.
So the plan wasn’t a clusterfuck, it was just circling the clusterfuck target zone, getting ready to come in for a landing.
(I guess you could pay off the management to let you bring in a SecUnit and weapons and do a hostage exchange, but they drew the line at giving you free feed access.)
Disinformation, which is the same as lying but for some reason has a different name, is the top tactic in corporate negotiation/warfare.
“I don’t like planets. There’s dust and weather, and something always wants to eat the humans. And planets are much harder to escape from.”
En resumen, que he disfrutado un montón con esta serie y con este libro. La autora prepara una novela completa para 2020, con ART (recordemos, Asshole Research Transport) como coprotagonista, de nuevo. Lo bueno se hace esperar.
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Tras su relectura un año y medio después para prepararme para la quinta entrega, solo puedo decir que lo he disfrutado de nuevo. Hay partes que al perder la novedad ves con ojos un poco más críticos (no me queda muy claro por qué no denuncian el secuestro exactamente), pero esta serie no es lo que es por sus tramas 100% plausibles, lo es por la evolución del personaje y por las aventuras que corre. Y ahí siempre acierta. Muy recomendable. Y ahora, a por el 5º, finalmente.