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SecUnits are separated from their daemons the moment they come online. Murderbot meets its own daemon for the first time when the company transfers its contract to Dr. Mensah.
The idea of having a daemon, a physical soul, is bad enough. But Murderbot's daemon isn't anything like what it should be. For one thing, it won't shut up about how much it wants to kill humans.
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11 May 2026
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In an effort to improve security training for its humans, Murderbot decides that controlled memory wipes are the only way to give the authentic 'chased by a dangerous SecUnit' experience. It really wishes its humans would stop complaining about the idea. It knows what it's doing, alright? This isn't a serial ruled by dramatic irony. Nothing's going to go wrong.
(Something, inevitably, goes wrong.)
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10 May 2026
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Seth side-eyed Iris, then snorted a laugh when she made a talking motion with her hand. “Uh huh.”
« Iris, I saw that. My point is, it is frankly insulting that you immediately assume I did something bad— »
“Peri broke protocol on its last cargo run,” Iris interrupted loudly.
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Or, Seth finds out that the surprises never end when your kid is a giant homicidal starship.
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08 May 2026
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On a corporate owned mining asteroid in the depths of the Corporation Rim, a group of plucky, heroic, indentured humans have just decided to make their first move in a daring escape plan. Said first move is a deceptively simple hack, putting control of their corporate overlords' single, overworked SecUnit into their hands.
Little do they know, this murderbot is already hacked.
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07 May 2026
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Sometimes, if he let go of his mind, he caught wisps of memory. Small things. Indistinguishable shapes. Sometimes a certain shade of color did it. The deep purple of someone’s shirt out of the corner of his eye, or the flash of someones gold watch catching the sun just right. Sometimes it was a certain smell catching him off guard. The cologne on the cashier ringing him out at the store, the smell of gasoline as he walked into a gas station. Lighting a match and smelling the sulfur and watching the wood as it burned to nothing. But just as soon as it happened it was gone. He was still alone. Michael was beginning to think that's how it always would be.