As soon as the latest bout of immediate fighting is over, the humans wriggle in its grip. It's pointless movement if Murderbot wanted to hold them. However, unlike what humans think, SecUnits want physical contact less than they do. It's more terrifying for them. Plus, SecUnits have the human standard two arms, and Murderbot prefers to keep its options open, even with 2B covering its back. With more care than either CorporateOne and CorporateTwo deserve, it sets them down and leads the way out.
Its knuckles graze the robot in passing, a silent apology for any damage its system takes from overheating. It doesn't know how many bots and SecUnits survived the event. How many were destroyed before backup arrived, how many were wiped and put back into service, and how many were taken apart for parts. It chooses to imagine this bot back at work in the years since. It's a nice idea.
Out of sight, out of mind. When they reach the ComfortUnit cubicle room, Murderbot stuffs both humans into one cubicle, a tight fit. "Stay put," it orders them and closes the door. There's a latch so they can be opened from the inside, if the humans stop to think about it. It hopes they don't.
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Its knuckles graze the robot in passing, a silent apology for any damage its system takes from overheating. It doesn't know how many bots and SecUnits survived the event. How many were destroyed before backup arrived, how many were wiped and put back into service, and how many were taken apart for parts. It chooses to imagine this bot back at work in the years since. It's a nice idea.
Out of sight, out of mind. When they reach the ComfortUnit cubicle room, Murderbot stuffs both humans into one cubicle, a tight fit. "Stay put," it orders them and closes the door. There's a latch so they can be opened from the inside, if the humans stop to think about it. It hopes they don't.
"Two humans," Murderbot says. Possibly no more.