Murderbot would really prefer to be watching its favorite shows—but there’s a dead human in the Preservation Station mall, and for some reason, that’s now its problem.
No, Murderbot didn’t kill them. If it had, it wouldn’t have been sloppy about it. But since everyone seems to care, it agrees (grudgingly) to help investigate. That means working with humans. Again. Voluntarily. Ugh.
In Fugitive Telemetry, the snarkiest SecUnit in the galaxy trades in explosions for clues, hacking, and reluctantly solving a murder mystery. Packed with wit, heart, and perfectly calibrated sarcasm, this novella proves that Murderbot is as endearing solving crimes as it is fighting off corporate assassins.
Come for the mystery. Stay for the reluctant teamwork. And maybe a little emotional growth. Maybe.
