Okay, my brain refuses to think about anything other than Murderbot, so I looked at every use of the word "friend[s]" in TMBD and... created some pie charts. Normal human activities.
Some Thoughts™ I had while putting this together (under the cut):
In All Systems Red, Murderbot notes that the PresAux crew are all close friends (twice! and goes on to explain their internal relationships which I think is very cute). This is pretty much the only use of 'friends' in ASR, except for when Murderbot says that SecUnits can't be friends with each other.
It seems that this may be one of the first times Murderbot has ever really been around a group of friends before? Murderbot notes that this is not the norm for its contracts and admits that the fact that they are all friends and the way they interact with each other make it actually enjoy that contract (before!!!! the hostile attack, so it already enjoys this contract before they start seeing it as a person etc ghghhhh). [Inference: Friendship seems enjoyable.]
The first character that calls Murderbot its friend is ART in Artificial Condition. Murderbot immediately refutes this (and then goes on to call ART its friend to its clients for the rest of the book). [Inference: Maybe ART is Murderbot's friend. And maybe that is... agreeable]
Rogue Protocol has more than twice as many instances of the word 'friend' as any of the other novellas. Why? Miki. Friendship and its implications for non-humans are a central theme because Miki is friends with everyone. Murderbot initially scoffs at the notion that Miki and Miki's humans are friends. At the end of the book, after witnessing how desperately Don Abene tried to stop Miki from trying to save them, and her grief after its death, Murderbot has to admit that she had in fact been Miki's friend. [Inference: Humans can be friends with bots and can sincerely care about them]
In Exit Strategy, Murderbot tentatively uses the word "friends" for its humans for the first time (several times actually). It questions whether it can actually call them its friends or not and later realizes that it had been afraid what admitting that the humans are its friends would do to it. At the end of the book, Mensah tells Murderbot the PresAux crew are its friends, which is the first time a human has directly said that to it (at least on-page). [Inference: Humans can and want to be Murderbot's friends]
In Network Effect, Murderbot seems to be more habituated to the word 'friend', confidently calling ART and Ratthi its friends, like it is no longer just trying the concept on unsure if it fits. There are many instances in which other characters refer to MB as ART's friend or the other way around and Murderbot's humans refer to Murderbot as their friend several times. Generally, there seems to be less hesitancy, because yes, all of them are Murderbot's friends, why wouldn't they be. [Inference: SecUnits can have friends. This SecUnit has friends. They care about it a lot.]
Conclusion: The Murderbot Diaries tell the story of a construct that does not seem to consider the possibility of friendship for itself and is fine with that - until it accidentally starts caring a little too much and suddenly more and more people annex it as a friend (ew) to the point where it can no longer deny that this is happening and has to begrudgingly admit that yes, it has friends now and maybe that is actually not a bad thing.
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jordan taking care of a sick marie. (can supes get a cold?? idk… anyways 🩵)
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autumn had hit godolkin with a vengeance, the trees were pretty and the air left a chill on exposed skin. it was beautiful. what wasn’t beautiful was a cold going around that was hitting some of the students.
they weren’t sure why it was hitting some and not others, but jordan didn’t really care about that. they managed to dodge and weave the bug going around — they were much too busy to get sick.
that wasn’t the case for marie though.
jordan had sent a text to marie earlier that morning, asking where she was. it was unlike her to not meet in the common area of the crimefighting building, it was jordan’s turn to buy them a morning coffee that saturday before they had to do some work as a t.a.
frustrated after a third missed text, jordan held onto the two coffees with a tight grip and began walking out into the open space of the campus with an intense demeanour. you would think that someone pissed them off.
that’s when they saw emma, their brown eyes widening as they called out, “emma! where the hell is marie?” they asked, lowering their voice in the last sentence as they hustled in her direction.
the blonde looked over at them, having been fully absorbed in the comment section of her most recent upload. she blinked a few times as she watched jordan walking towards her with ferocity, needing to look up just the slightest due to jordan’s height in their male form.
“hey, hey,” she raised her hands, “just because i’m her roommate doesn’t mean i have to be her messenger,” she teased, but jordan’s face reminded her that they weren’t one to mess with, “jesus, dude. she’s got that cold going around. be careful in there, it’s hazardous!” she had to call the last part out because jordan had already started walking away.
with a racing heart and clammy hands, jordan pushed their way past students until they reached the dormitories. the path to marie’s dorm room was one they memorized, taking less then a couple minutes before they were using their foot to kick a few thumps against the door.
“marie?” they called out, putting their ear to the door and giving awkward, tight lipped smiles to students walking by and looking with interest.
“it’s open.” spoke a weak voice from the other side of the door, muffled and cracking. oh god.
jordan had to handle the two coffees in one hand as they opened the door, eyes widening when they saw marie in her bed. she was laying on her side, brown eyes glazed over and a bit red. she coughed, cringing at the pain.
“fuck, marie, why didn’t you text me?” jordan asked her, using their foot to shut the door behind them. as they walked closer to her, their form switched into their female body, expression softening.
“too tired to look at my phone.” she croaked, trying to sit up, but jordan quickly shook their head.
“don’t move. just rest,” they assured her, placing the coffees on the table between the two beds. they turned their attention to her, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out with a gentle hand so they could press the back of it to her cheeks, then her forehead, “you’re burning up.” they murmured, frowning.
"is that bad?" she asked, having grown up in a facility, she wasn't used to being sick. maybe once or twice as a teenager. she'd forgotten how awful it felt, how it made your bones ache and your throat feel like it was coated in needles.
"you'll be okay." jordan's voice was full of care as they smiled, wiping some budding sweat off of marie's forehead, "might feel like shit for a couple days, but you'll be okay. i promise."
marie gave a weak smile up to jordan, already feeling better in their presence. "i don't want to get you sick."
"who cares?" they quipped back,” let me take care of you."
marie didn't answer back, she only nodded.
jordan did exactly what they said they would. they took the day off from their t.a. work and ran around grabbing everything they could find after googling 'cold remedies': chicken noodle soup, orange juice, cold and flu medicine, lozenges, hot tea and a fuck ton of water bottles.
it wasn't until sunday night that marie began feeling better, able to sit up in her bed with jordan as they watched some stupid vought romcom. their hands were intertwined, jordan's hand a bit larger than her own as they held her against their side close to keep her warm.
"thank you." marie whispered, tilting her head back to look up at jordan with a tiny smile.
jordan's lips cracked into a smile as they met her gaze, answering with a kiss to her forehead and a gentle squeeze of her hand.
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