(MurderBot internal monologue.) I was rented by a weird group of hippies. They rented two other units, but none of them had their governor module hacked like I did...If they knew, my organic matter would be melted down, and the rest used for parts. If these flesh bags ever learned I called myself "murderbot" they'd go crazy with the lectures. What a bunch of weirdos.

SecUnit122859: "Hello, Dr. Mensah, Gurathin, and Bharadwaj." SecUnit886382: "Greetings, Ratthi, Pin-Lee, and Arada." (MurderBot internal monologue.) Obedient like lost puppies. At least I don't have to speak. I hate talking, especially to such a group of chaos.