Monday, May 1st, 2017

Murderbot

Monday, May 1st, 2017 08:30 am
marthawells: (Stargate)


So tomorrow, my new 150 page SF novella, The Murderbot Diaries: All Systems Red will be out from Tor.com Publishing worldwide in DRM-free ebook and paperback.

There is a sequel, right now scheduled for January 2017. I've written a third one and have plans for more, if these two sell well enough.

If you want a signed, personalized copy, you can order one from Murder by the Book before May 5, 2017 and get it shipped to you: http://www.murderbooks.com/event/martha-wells-preorder (Or you can bid on the copy in the Con or Bust auction)

I'm really excited and really nervous, so tomorrow is going to be interesting in the scary sense. I've published fourteen fantasy novels, four fantasy novellas, three media-tie-in novels, eighteen short stories, but this is my first original SF.

Anyway, that's that. I've been taking a bit of a break except for Patreon posts this past week because of hand pain, but I need to get back to work.



Excerpt

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't 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 bird-like 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't bother to make a verbal emergency call. I sent the visual feed from my field camera to Dr. Mensah's, 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.

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