From debut through two incredible comebacks and all the fun times in between, congratulations KNK on reaching your first anniversary! Tinkerbells everywhere are so proud of you, and we cannot wait to spend many more years supporting you!
my biggest advice to writers who are struggling with writing (whether it doesn’t come out right or if you’ve hit a wall) is to read. like i’m serious, reading will remind you of how much you love words. Read fanfiction, your favorite book, a poem, a short story, anything. just remember to read. It keeps the fire alive.
you tell me to quiet down cause my opinions make me less beautiful but i was not made with a fire in my belly so i could be put out i was not made with a lightness on my tongue so i could be easy to swallow i was made heavy half blade and half silk difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow
…he said, “You know, in Preservation-controlled territory, bots are considered full citizens. A construct would fall under the same category.” He said this in the tone of giving me a hint.
Whatever. Bots who are "full citizens" still have to have a human or augmented human guardian appointed, usually their employer; I’d seen it on the news feeds. And on the entertainment feed, where the bots were all happy servants or were secretly in love with their guardians. If it showed the bots hanging out watching the entertainment feed all through the day cycle, with no one trying to make them talk about their feelings, I would have been a lot more interested.
This is my precious Murderbot, and I love it to pieces, and everything about it is Relatable. It just wants to bingewatch trash tv all day, and why won’t all these humans stop trying to interact with it and improve its life and make it feel things?
Please read this novella, because it’s everything you could ever want in a snarky first-person robot tale. The link takes you to the full first chapter.
You know how when we were kids and we used to play tag… sometimes we would get overwhelmed and scared because at the back of our minds we always had it that the ‘bad guys’ were coming to get us? Remember the sense of safety and peace that would wash over us when we reached to the home base? I think you were my home base.