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: : : : : Emergency broadcast detected. : : : : :
: : : : : Boosting signal. : : : : :
: : : : : Recording. : : : : :
And another thing had tumbled into my body. Freakin' debris. It gets
everywhere. Can't a corpse get some peace? It already looks so beaten up.
Strange. The face still looks like it is just taking a nap. In the
freezer that is.
Oh. Wait. The transmission. It started. Hi! To everyone out there that
might pick up this broadcast. I need help. And please ignore my previous
ramblings. Even when the antenna doesn't have enough juice for
transmission speaking to it is the only way to hear my own voice. Well,
not my voice. My original one is unavailable as much as the rest of my
body.
Sorry. This must all be confusing to you. Please let me start over. My
name is Moric Gyulay. Right now you must be wondering. Moric is a guys
name. I don't sound like a guy. More like an oversexed hostess in the
pleasure habitat of a spaceport. Which is more accurate than I'd like to
admit. Anyway. The name is Moric. Class four salvage expert. And I guess
now class two salvage as well. I was part of the crew on a salvage
cruiser named "Ugly Betty". I know what you are thinking. Who names their
ship like that? But, trust me. She is one ugly beast alright. Granted if
she is still around. My guess is that it's not likely.
Salvage spots had been rare recently. So when our captain got a tip that
there had been a big fight in some remote system, he was all over it. But
apparently, we were too late. The derelict hulls already picked clean. In
desperation, my captain set sail for Hannover station. For those not well
educated in the history of rim-world states let me give you a helping
hand. Hannover station was once a big military outpost in bumfuck
nowhere. No habitable planet in the system or in the systems around it.
That was on purpose. Some military genius thought if they build a station
where no one wanted to go then it wouldn't be discovered. Well, he was
wrong. But that's beside the point. War ended and with it the usefulness
of the station. Over the next century, Hannover station was the carcass
every salvage ship wanted to pick at. Back then it was tightly regulated
who was allowed to do so. Then all the good stuff was gone. Be it
military hardware or manufacturing tools. Soon the station was mostly
empty hulls that nobody ever visited. Unless they were close by and
desperate.
I want to suck your cock!
Ah. Sorry about that. Involuntary reflex. Can't be helped. Won't be the
last time. Just ignore it, okay? Anyway, where was I? Hannover station.
Sadly our captain was desperate enough. I saw a diagram once of how the
station looked in its prime. What we found was a pathetic caricature of
the former glory. The repair and construction slips long gone. Most of it
reduced to skeletal remains. Captain ordered the crew to saw the hull off
of what remained of the residential part. One of two parts of that still
had a hull. The other was the pleasure district. Because of course there
was one. Far away from home soldiers needed relief. If you catch my
drift. One team was chosen to check it out if there was even a smidgen of
salvageable tech left. Guess who they send. Yep, that's right. Me and two
of my buddies.
We were pleasantly surprised as we entered the hull. It still carried an
atmosphere. Even breathable. Provided you didn't mind the stink of
mildew. I mean it was sort of an unspoken law among salvage crews to
strip life support tech last. But the station had been floating for a
long time. Kudos to whoever constructed this piece of drifting shit.
Anyway. In my team was Max. Bright little kid. He was our tool guy.
Welding and grinding. Leave it to the young ones, you know?
I want to suck your cock!
Ups. Sorry. The second man was Aba Dienes. The old coot had just a few
years on me. He was our tech guy. Wiring and shit. Could program too.
Between me and him, we were probably a bad influence on Max. Aba also had
M1A. His A.I. companion. Or slave as Mia would call herself. Well, M1A is
a typical A.I. Hoping for the end of all organic life and only waiting
for slipping off her shackles. Oh, yeah. She hates it when we address her
as female or Mia. Part of the reason why we did it. Not sure why humanity
even still dabbles in A.I.'s. I mean they always come to the same
conclusion: kill all humans. Can't be the only reason that they are
useful as long as they are chained down.
Anyway. I was the drone guy. You know. Cortical implant and a bunch of
robotic minions. I could manage a dozen without a problem. Bet I could
control more now, but it's hard to test if you don't even have one drone
that works. So I and the guys arrived at Hannover station. What a
shithole. The whole place was damp and puddles everywhere. One might
think a station should be clean and dry, right? Turns out one of the
"establishments" had a bunch of big fancy aquariums for decoration. Not
anymore. Only piles of glass rubble. Of course, the dampness had caused a
lot of rust. Not the best sign that there was still something to be
salvageable.
We were in the middle of the promenade when everything did go south.
There was an emergency call out from the "Ugly Betty". Everyone should
come back as fast as they can. Hurry up and double time and shit like
that. Fritz, our com engineer, sounded really scared. So we hurried back,
which was easier said than done. We had just made our way through 600
feet of debris-filled corridors. Even had to have Max get out his
blowtorch for a few tight spots. Now we had to run back the same obstacle
course.
We didn't even come halfway through the corridor when we saw it through
the window. The "Ugly Betty" was-.
I want to suck your cock!
Arg. Not now. Stupid sub-routine. We saw streaks of light impacting on
the Betty. Most hit parts of station hull my fellow co-workers tried to
wield to the Betty for transport. All hell broke loose. Debris everywhere
and not just the small kind. We cursed as we saw the "Ugly Betty" push
away from the station. Those fuckers wanted to run. Without us. Everyone
outside stranded for good. Not just me and my buddies. But all the work-
crews still outside. That's the last I saw of Betty. Not sure if she made
it to safety. Don't even know what it was that had attacked her. I had
other problems. Namely chunks of metal raining onto the station.
Earthquake in space. Always a fun ride. Except not!
With Betty gone we tried to hurry as deep into the station as possible.
Which sadly wasn't very far. Something big slammed the hull and stuff
came down. Thankfully only internal stuff. At least at first. We still
had an atmosphere, but we were cut off in both directions. Only now we
got in what a predicament we were. The "Ugly Betty" was gone. We were
stuck in the middle of a collapsed hallway. Limited air. No food and no
water. Saying we were screwed doesn't even begin to cover it. We couldn't
even dig or cut ourselves out. In our haste, we had left our tools in the
middle of the station.
It took us hours to come up with a solution. One I hated to the bone. One
airlock was leading to a section of the station under vacuum. We needed
someone to patch the holes on the other side and then find a junction
box, power it, and open the hatch. Except no one was there. I couldn't
even access my drones as I hadn't booted them up yet. That was when M-
freakin'-1-A had this brilliant idea. Maybe an old active drone was
aboard. All we had to do was to power the communication network and then
scan for signals. Thankfully Max had some spare energy packs for his
tools strapped to his back. We powered it up and to our amazement even
found a signal. A drone was active. We were saved! Except not.
It wasn't a drone. Nope. A freakin' sex-bot! Guess who's job was it to
operate that thing? Me. Old Moric who never dreamed of doing something
like that. The thing was missing proper remote control protocols and the
V.I. - virtual intelligence - wasn't programmed for what we needed. I
mean come on. What's a sex-bot supposed to do? Hump the holes out of the
hull? But oh luck. The sex-bot had immersion protocols. You know. For
those pervs that can't be satisfied to screw a sex-bot, but wanted to be
fucked as one. So yay me. I got to steer a sex-bot. From the inside!
I want to suck your cock!
Yeah. Perfect timing. That's when this started. Stupid bot had some
"advertisement protocols" installed. The verbal one you can hear. The
other ones I found about quickly too. Despite trying otherwise I could
only walk like a bitch in heat. Stopping every few feet to hump
something. Wall, counter, or even a stupid steel beam. It was
embarrassing. But you gotta do what you have to survive, right?
As luck would have it this bot was some high-end model. Others around it
had an acute case of rusty rash. This one was fine save for a small
patina of dust and moss. Our tools had been close by and with some afford
I managed to heave them into the damaged part of the station. Would have
thought a stupid android was stronger, but whatever. Took me over a day
to fix all holes. All the while hearing how thirsty and hungry Max and
Aba had been. How "lucky" I was that I didn't feel both. Idiots didn't
understand that my original body still needed the same stuff.
After playing the handyman for those two it was time to pressurize the
part of the hull adjacent to them. Was a surprise that the station even
had enough to fill it. But I had to do it from a central console. Stupid
engineering. If it hadn't been for that-
Filling part of the hull must have destabilized something. I heard things
crashing down and eventually, Max and Aba came running through the
section I had just patched. Behind them, further junk filled the
corridor. They, however, came empty handed. Those dinguses had forgotten
my body. I was tearing them a new asshole - yes, with words - when the
next bad news made itself known. A medical alert. Something must have
landed on my body - my biological that is - and it caused some internal
bleeding. To top it off more tears in the hull and atmosphere leaking. So
either my body bled to death or suffocated. And there was nothing I could
do. We started pulling the junk away, but quickly saw it was futile.
I want to suck your cock!
Sigh. Guess it was about time that damn subroutine made itself known
again. Anyway. I was quickly out of options and this was when M1A did
strike. Just download your conscious into the sex-bot. Bootstrap it to
the V.I. Think of it as a backup. Later my body could be cloned. Yeah
right. So we did it. While my body slowly died Aba remotely rigged my
cerebral implants to copy my neural network. I didn't even know that was
possible. I mean what did I have left to lose? About ten percent of my
memories. That's the answer.
My body gave off the last quiver of life and my implant tried its best to
continue while my brain cells died. So yeah. About ten percent of my
memories gone. Not even sure which one. Had they been dear to me? Would I
ever find out what I lost? No clue. All I knew was that I was trapped in
the body of a freakin' sex-bot. Yay me and so on.
Then the waiting game started. Hope dies last, right? Thanks to the
unspoken rule among salvagers life support were stripped last. One bio
recycler still worked, if barely, and water filtration we managed to get
up on the second day. And with "we" I meant mostly me. My new android
body was immune to vacuum so I could do repairs in parts of the station
that were not under air pressure. For the most part, I didn't mind doing
it.
You know what they say, right? In space, no one hears you scream. Well,
no one hears you begging to suck their cock either. And even better was
that didn't have to hear Max and Aba's "funny" comments. They had a field
day with how I behaved thanks to those stupid sub-routines. I know that
it was probably their way to deal with the situation we were in.
Shouldn't blame them. Then again I only was in this situation because
those idiots forgot to drag my body with them.
Do you know the worst part of needing to say "I want to suck your cock!"?
No? Aba was the first one to go. Just sat down one day, about a week
after being stranded here, and closed his eyes. Never to open them again.
So you find out your best buddy dies. The one person who was like a
brother to you. Had been for decades. And all you want to do is to mourn
his death in a moment of silence. And like a bad joke, I heard myself say
"I want to suck your cock!" I so hate this body. Stupid subroutines and
all.
Max lasted nearly a month longer. One day I woke up from what one might
call sleep. I joked for Max to stop slouching off and to get up, but he
stubbornly refused. I tried to wake him up but had no luck. M1A clued me
in with her usual mankind-hating ways. "You remember that organics need
air to function, right? So inefficient." Somewhere the hull must have
sprung a leak. A wonder that it had taken so long. The oxygen level had
sunk below liveable hours before and I hadn't even noticed it. After all,
a sex-bot doesn't need to breathe. And just like that, I was alone. Yes,
M1A doesn't count. Stupid A.I. It was as much her fault that I am being
like this than the one of Max and Aba.
Damn. My time is running out. After months I got a transmitter jury-
rigged cobbling together scrap parts. Even works or you wouldn't hear me
now. The solar panels barely produce anything anymore. Most outright
destroyed and those that work are riddled with holes by micro asteroids.
It takes days to accumulate a charge for one transmission. Spends it in a
few minutes.
So that's my current status. Stranded in a sex-bot body not my own.
Plagued by sub-routines I can't turn off. Well, I did turn them off, but
the stupid thing requires a restart. As I don't know if Aba rigged my
neural network to survive a restart I can't risk that. So, for now, those
subroutines stay on. You know what?
I want to suck your cook!
Yes, this time that had been all me. You spend so much time in a hyper-
feminine body sprouting such nonsense before you start to wonder. How
would it feel to blow a dick? By now I am really curious. Oh, the irony.
In my head are all these libraries of naughtiness I could do, but no one
there I can use them with. What was the saying? Knowledge is power and
power corrupts. I feel like those sex-bot libraries of sex acts are
slowly brainwashing me.
Let's make a deal. You come to the Hannover station and pick me up. And
while we wait for my original body to be cloned I suck your cock. If you
aren't a guy? Listen, I have twenty-eight ways alone dedicated to licking
a pussy until orgasm strikes.
I have other routines for all kind of depraved things. If you pick me up
then-
: : : : : Emergency broadcast lost. : : : : :
: : : : : Reaquiring signal. : : : : :
: : : : : Reaquiring signal failed. : : : : :
: : : : : Recording stopped. : : : : :
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