Tordotcom Imagine for a moment that Hercule Poirot was a robot. Cyborg, really. Armed and armored against all the evils that men do. Imagine that Agatha Christie or Nancy Atherton woke up one morning and decided to set their newest ticking-clock, cozy mystery not in some quaint English seaside village but in a quaint, progressive orbital station; that Angela Lansbury's Jessica Fletcher was hurled forward a thousand years to find herself tutting over the body of a dead spaceman dumped in a hallway — no fingerprints, no DNA, no record of how he got there or who did him in. Martha Wells' newest entry in her award-winning, nerd-charming, trope-bending Murderbot series,