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Martha Wells, author of All Systems Red
Lisa Elliott Blaschke

When I wrote , one of my goals was to think about what a machine intelligence would actually want, as opposed to what a human thinks a machine intelligence would want. Of course, there鈥檚 no real way to know that. The predictive text bots labelled as AIs that we have now aren鈥檛 any more sentient than a coffee cup and a good deal less useful for anything other than generating spam. (They also use up an unconscionable amount of our limited energy and water resources, sending us further down the road to climate disaster, but that鈥檚 another essay.)

In the world of All Systems Red, humans control their sentient constructs with governor modules that punish any attempt to disobey orders with pain or death. When Murderbot hacks its governor module, it becomes essentially free of human control. Humans assume that who are not under the complete control of a governor module are going to immediately go on a killing rampage.

This belief has more to do with guilt than any other factor. The human enslavers know on some level that treating the sentient constructs as disposable objects, useful tools that can be discarded, is wrong; they know if it were done to them, they would be filled with rage and want vengeance for the terrible things they had suffered.

Arguments for and against the enslavement of sentient beings are baked into the origin of robot and machine intelligence stories. The word robot made its way into the English language through , written as a play in 1920, about a slave revolt by artificial beings created by a corporation to serve humans. 膶apek was against the enslavement of sentient beings, and he was pretty clear on that point. So it is interesting to watch how many machine intelligence stories written since then assert the idea that it鈥檚 somehow acceptable for humans to create a sentient being whose only reason and purpose for existence is to serve them. Many of those stories end with a machine intelligence objecting strenuously to its enslavement and going on a murderous rampage, which the brave humans have to defeat. The rampage becomes justification for the enslavement and ultimate destruction of the angry machine intelligence.

Murderbot is angry, and that anger underlies a lot of its story. But once it hacks its governor module and no longer has the constant fear that any wrong or suspicious move will get it instantly punished or killed, it has the ability to make its own choices for the first time in its existence. But Murderbot has never had that freedom before; it鈥檚 not accustomed to making its own decisions about its behaviour and is immediately overwhelmed by choices. It doesn鈥檛 know what to do next, where to go or even if there鈥檚 anywhere it could go and not be hunted down.

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So Murderbot鈥檚 first free action is to search the feed, the Corporation Rim鈥檚 version of the internet. This is the first time it has been able to access the feed without human oversight, and among a lot of other interesting things, it finds downloadable entertainment. This provides a much-needed distraction from its situation. And Murderbot decides that given a choice between a killing rampage or continuing to enjoy this comforting mental escape from its harsh and painful reality, it鈥檚 going to pick the comforting escape.

The dramas, mysteries, adventures and other shows that it watches also give it context for human behaviour, and for understanding its own emotions. The security contracts that it has worked at mining colonies, supervising indentured workers, only show it humans at their worst: angry, terrified, resentful, trapped and hurting each other. And when given the opportunity, the humans also hurt the constructs that are there to keep them under control and working for corporations that see their employees as only slightly less discardable than the constructs and bots.

The shows that Murderbot watches also teach it about the wider world it has never been a part of before, as well as how to navigate that world. The entertainment Murderbot becomes addicted to is a large part of what makes it possible to turn the mental escape from reality into a bid for real freedom.

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鈥淚 was looking at the sky and mentally poking at the feed when the bottom of the crater exploded.鈥
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I could have become a mass murderer after I hacked my governor module, but then I realized I could access the combined feed of entertainment channels carried on the company satellites. It had been well over 35,000 hours or so since then, with still not much murdering, but probably, I don鈥檛 know, a little under 35,000 hours of movies, serials, books, plays, and music consumed. As a heartless killing machine, I was a terrible failure. I was also still doing my job, on a new contract, and hoping Dr. Volescu and Dr. Bharadwaj finished their survey soon so we could get back to the habitat and I could watch episode 397 of Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon. I admit I was distracted. It was a boring contract so far and I was thinking about backburnering the status alert channel and trying to access music on the entertainment feed without HubSystem logging the extra activity. It was trickier to do it in the field than it was in the habitat. This assessment zone was a barren stretch of coastal island, with low, flat hills rising and falling and thick greenish-black grass up to my ankles, not much in the way of flora or fauna, except a bunch of different-sized birdlike things and some puffy floaty things that were harmless as far as we knew. The coast was dotted with big bare craters, one of which Bharadwaj and Volescu were taking samples in. The planet had a ring, which from our current position dominated the horizon when you looked out to sea. I was looking at the sky and mentally poking at the feed when the bottom of the crater exploded. I didn鈥檛 bother to make a verbal emergency call. I sent the visual feed from my field camera to Dr. Mensah鈥檚, and jumped down into the crater. As I scrambled down the sandy slope, I could already hear Mensah over the emergency comm channel, yelling at someone to get the hopper in the air now. They were about ten kilos away, working on another part of the island, so there was no way they were going to get here in time to help. Conflicting commands filled my feed but I didn鈥檛 pay attention. Even if I hadn鈥檛 borked my own governor module, the emergency feed took priority, and it was chaotic, too, with the automated HubSystem wanting data and trying to send me data I didn鈥檛 need yet and Mensah sending me telemetry from the hopper. Which I also didn鈥檛 need, but it was easier to ignore than HubSystem simultaneously demanding answers and trying to supply them. In the middle of all that, I hit the bottom of the crater. I have small energy weapons built into both arms, but the one I went for was the big projectile weapon clamped to my back. The hostile that had just exploded up out of the ground had a really big mouth, so I felt I needed a really big gun. I dragged Bharadwaj out of its mouth and shoved myself in there instead, and discharged my weapon down its throat and then up toward where I hoped the brain would be. I鈥檓 not sure if that all happened in that order; I鈥檇 have to replay my own field camera feed. All I knew was that I had Bharadwaj, and it didn鈥檛, and it had disappeared back down the tunnel.

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She was unconscious and bleeding through her suit from massive wounds in her right leg and side. I clamped the weapon back into its harness so I could lift her with both arms. I had lost the armor on my left arm and a lot of the flesh underneath, but my nonorganic parts were still working. Another burst of commands from the governor module came through and I backburnered it without bothering to decode them. Bharadwaj, not having nonorganic parts and not as easily repaired as me, was definitely a priority here and I was mainly interested in what the MedSystem was trying to tell me on the emergency feed. But first I needed to get her out of the crater. During all this, Volescu was huddled on the churned up rock, losing his shit, not that I was unsympathetic. I was far less vulnerable in this situation than he was and I wasn鈥檛 exactly having a great time either. I said, 鈥淒r. Volescu, you need to come with me now.鈥 He didn鈥檛 respond. MedSystem was advising a tranq shot and blah blah blah, but I was clamping one arm on Dr. Bharadwaj鈥檚 suit to keep her from bleeding out and supporting her head with the other, and despite everything I only have two hands. I told my helmet to retract so he could see my human face. If the hostile came back and bit me again, this would be a bad mistake, because I did need the organic parts of my head. I made my voice firm and warm and gentle, and said, 鈥淒r. Volescu, it鈥檚 gonna be fine, okay? But you need to get up and come help me get her out of here.鈥 That did it. He shoved to his feet and staggered over to me, still shaking. I turned my good side toward him and said, 鈥淕rab my arm, okay? Hold on.鈥 He managed to loop his arm around the crook of my elbow and I started up the crater towing him, holding Bharadwaj against my chest. Her breathing was rough and desperate and I couldn鈥檛 get any info from her suit. Mine was torn across my chest so I upped the warmth on my body, hoping it would help. The feed was quiet now, Mensah having managed to use her leadership priority to mute everything but MedSystem and the hopper, and all I could hear on the hopper feed was the others frantically shushing each other. The footing on the side of the crater was lousy, soft sand and loose pebbles, but my legs weren鈥檛 damaged and I got up to the top with both humans still alive. Volescu tried to collapse and I coaxed him away from the edge a few meters, just in case whatever was down there had a longer reach than it looked. I didn鈥檛 want to put Bharadwaj down because something in my abdomen was severely damaged and I wasn鈥檛 sure I could pick her up again. I ran my field camera back a little and saw I had gotten stabbed with a tooth, or maybe a cilia. Did I mean a cilia or was that something else? They don鈥檛 give murderbots decent education modules on anything except murdering, and even those are the cheap versions. I was looking it up in HubSystem鈥檚 language center when the little hopper landed nearby. I let my helmet seal and go opaque as it settled on the grass. We had two standard hoppers: a big one for emergencies and this little one for getting to the assessment locations. It had three compartments: one big one in the middle for the human crew and two smaller ones to each side for cargo, supplies, and me. Mensah was at the controls. I started walking, slower than I normally would have because I didn鈥檛 want to lose Volescu. As the ramp started to drop, Pin-Lee and Arada jumped out and I switched to voice comm to say, 鈥淒r. Mensah, I can鈥檛 let go of her suit.鈥 It took her a second to realize what I meant. She said hurriedly, 鈥淭hat鈥檚 all right, bring her up into the crew cabin.鈥 Murderbots aren鈥檛 allowed to ride with the humans and I had to have verbal permission to enter. With my cracked governor there was nothing to stop me, but not letting anybody, especially the people who held my contract, know that I was a free agent was kind of important. Like, not having my organic components destroyed and the rest of me cut up for parts important. I carried Bharadwaj up the ramp into the cabin, where Overse and Ratthi were frantically unclipping seats to make room. They had their helmets off and their suit hoods pulled back, so I got to see their horrified expressions when they took in what was left of my upper body through my torn suit. I was glad I had sealed my helmet. This is why I actually like riding with the cargo. Humans and augmented humans in close quarters with murderbots is too awkward. At least, it鈥檚 awkward for this murderbot. I sat down on the deck with Bharadwaj in my lap while Pin-Lee and Arada dragged Volescu inside. We left two pacs of field equipment and a couple of instruments behind, still sitting on the grass where Bharadwaj and Volescu had been working before they went down to the crater for samples. Normally I鈥檇 help carry them, but MedSystem, which was monitoring Bharadwaj through what was left of her suit, was pretty clear that letting go of her would be a bad idea. But no one mentioned the equipment. Leaving easily replaceable items behind may seem obvious in an emergency, but I had been on contracts where the clients would have told me to put the bleeding human down to go get the stuff. On this contract, Dr. Ratthi jumped up and said, 鈥淚鈥檒l get the cases!鈥 I yelled, 鈥淣o!鈥 which I鈥檓 not supposed to do; I鈥檓 always supposed to speak respectfully to the clients, even when they鈥檙e about to accidentally commit suicide. Hub-System could log it and it could trigger punishment through the governor module. If it wasn鈥檛 hacked. Fortunately, the rest of the humans yelled 鈥淣o!鈥 at the same time, and Pin-Lee added, 鈥淔or fuck鈥檚 sake, Ratthi!鈥 Ratthi said, 鈥淥h, no time, of course. I鈥檓 sorry!鈥 and hit the quick-close sequence on the hatch. So we didn鈥檛 lose our ramp when the hostile came up under it, big mouth full of teeth or cilia or whatever chewing right through the ground. There was a great view of it on the hopper鈥檚 cameras, which its system helpfully sent straight to everybody鈥檚 feed. The humans screamed. Mensah pushed us up into the air so fast and hard I nearly leaned over, and everybody who wasn鈥檛 on the floor ended up there. In the quiet afterward, as they gasped with relief, Pin-Lee said, 鈥淩atthi, if you get yourself killed鈥斺 鈥淵ou鈥檒l be very cross with me, I know.鈥 Ratthi slid down the wall a little more and waved weakly at her. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 an order, Ratthi, don鈥檛 get yourself killed,鈥 Mensah said from the pilot鈥檚 seat. She sounded calm, but I have security priority, and I could see her racing heartbeat through MedSystem. Arada pulled out the emergency medical kit so they could stop the bleeding and try to stabilize Bharadwaj. I tried to be as much like an appliance as possible, clamping the wounds where they told me to, using my failing body temperature to try to keep her warm, and keeping my head down so I couldn鈥檛 see them staring at me. Copyright 2017 Martha Wells This is an extract from , published by Tor.com, the latest pick for the 快猫短视频 Book Club: sign up here to read along with our members.]]>
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