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19 pages, ebook
First published May 5, 2020
“It’s about being treated as a thing, isn’t it. Whether that thing is a hostage of conditional value, or a very expensively designed and equipped enslaved machine/organic intelligence. You’re a thing, and there is no safety.�![]()
“Knowing what would happen, she wouldn’t choose a different planet, a different bond company. Because then SecUnit would still be someone’s property, would be waiting for the contract where the negligence or greed or indifference of its clients got it killed.�
“SecUnit is looking down at her. “You can hug me if you need to.�
If you know Murderbot, you know how much it must care to suggest something outrageous like *that*.
The Corporation Rim has always been a slave state, though it calls its institutionalized slavery “contract labor.� The production of human/bot constructs is just a more horrific twist, a mental slavery as well as a physical one. At least victims of contract labor are free to think their own thoughts. But we tell ourselves that constructs aren’t aware of their predicament. What SecUnit makes us realize is that this is not true; they are all aware of what they are and what’s been done to them. But the only choice they are ever offered is obedience or pain and death.�
�The Corporation Rim has always been a slave state, though it calls its institutionalized slavery “contract labor.� The production of human/bot constructs is just a more horrific twist, a mental slavery as well as a physical one. At least victims of contract labor are free to think their own thoughts. But we tell ourselves that constructs aren’t aware of their predicament. What SecUnit makes us realize is that this is not true; they are all aware of what they are and what’s been done to them. But the only choice they are ever offered is obedience or pain and death.�
SecUnit is looking down at her. “You can hug me if you need to.�Read it if you're already a Murderbot fan. If you're not, go find a copy of immediately!
“No. No, that’s all right. I know you don’t care for it.� She wipes her face. There are tears in her eyes, because she’s an idiot.
“It’s not terrible.� She can hear the irony under its even tone.
It’s about being treated as a thing, isn’t it. Whether that thing is a hostage of conditional value, or a very expensively designed and equipped enslaved machine/organic intelligence. You’re a thing, and there is no safety.
SecUnit is looking down at her. “You can hug me if you need to.�
“No. No, that’s all right. I know you don’t care for it.� She wipes her face. There are tears in her eyes, because she’s an idiot.
“It’s not terrible.� She can hear the irony under its even tone.
“Nevertheless.� She can’t do this. She can’t lean on a being that doesn’t want to be leaned on. Of all the things SecUnit needs, the only ones she can give it are room and time in a relatively safe space to make decisions for itself. Becoming a prop for her failing emotional stability won’t do either one of them any good.
Because they are all refugees in the Preservation Alliance, descended from people who were left to die because rescue was deemed not cost-effective.
The Corporation Rim has always been a slave state, though it calls its institutionalized slavery “contract labor.�
It’s about being treated as a thing, isn’t it. Whether that thing is a hostage of conditional value, or a very expensively designed and equipped enslaved machine/organic intelligence. You’re a thing, and there is no safety.
And she tells herself: you’re being very foolish. Because you were a hostage for a period of days, and it was a minor inconvenience compared to what Murderbot� No, SecUnit; she’s never been given permission to use that private name. What SecUnit went through.
And if someone else was in her position, she would tell them how unhelpful comparisons like that are, that fear is fear.
... there had been the dawning realization that they had fallen into thinking of their SecUnit as a faceless machine, a convenience, an interface with their security system. But it had taken a sentient being who understood fear and pain to talk its way through Volescu's blind terror.
Until bots have full autonomy, this problem is not going away.I can't get enough of Murderbot, an autonomous SecUnit who prefers his own company, as most intelligent people do. In the immortal words of the great philosopher Edmund Blackadder, talking to yourself is the only way to guarantee intelligent conversation. But Murderbot is still a bot of few words. It spends most of its time streaming soap operas. When I'm not talking to myself, or my cat, you'll find my nose buried in a book or eyes glued to a screen. That TikTok algorithm sure gets me. Anything to avoid people.