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  1. Public Bookmark 11

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    A loosely connected collection of fics featuring my interpretation of Murderbot as an aroacespec stone top who has no interest in reciprocal sex but loves reducing ART to a wibbly puddle of metaphorical goo.

    Enrichment in its enclosure.

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    17 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 14

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    The boundary between simulation and reality is failing.
    Murderbot experiences what the simulated version of itself does.

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    12 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 20

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    SecUnit never sleeps. ART's simulation of it does as its creator demands.

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    12 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    «What are you doing?»

    I had to play stupid. I could NOT admit that I had been about to do terrible (probably sexual) things to ART's custom merch. I had to think quickly. I thought a little too quickly because I glanced around the room, saw the convenience area, and said the first thing that jumped into my head.

    "I'm - uh - FUCKING THE COFFEE MAKER!" I yelped, then slammed up the privacy baffle faster than I have ever slammed anything in my life.

    Maybe I shouldn't have played that stupid.

    Murderbot fucks a custom plush of ART and also a coffee maker.

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    11 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark *

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    It had been an accident.

    All I knew was that one moment, I’d been getting torn to pieces by a raiding party breaching one of the airlocks, and in the next they’d been dead, and then ART’s full attention- nearly 100% of its processing power- had been flowing through me, and it had been probably the most fucked-up orgasm-adjacent Thing that anyone, organic or otherwise, had ever experienced.

    Not least because one of my arms had been thrown across the room seconds before it had happened.

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    11 Jan 2026