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In the latter part of the year 2500, the earth was devoid of resources and decimated by nuclear and plasma wars. A few tattered nations endured, and mega-corporations took over where governments had failed. The survivors were shepherded in enclaves, controlled and enslaved, but a select few were chosen to drive forth the colonial expansion across the stars. These men and women were called the star blazers, and they were destined to a lifetime of loneliness aboard gigantic robotic automated deep space colony ships. The corporations did not fully trust their computers and wanted a human with the kill switch in hand.

There was just one problem. When you have a few skilled people to spare, and they are alone for a decade, they tend to airlock themselves. Ghosts hide around each ship’s corner. Too many had fallen prey. So the corporations gave them android companions, fuck dolls in the parlance of the uncivilized past, and this was considered a necessary balm for companionship. But it wasn’t.

The giant cylindrical ship stretched a mile. A blue plume of the nuclear drive engine extended back another mile. Somewhere near the Centaurus supercluster the plume stopped and reversed. A centuries-long space drive began to slow. In the vast caverns of the ship robots and androids slept, waiting for their moment to rise. Shadows imagined flitted across the doors.

The deep brain of the ship knew it was a decade out from the target habitable planet, the intended home of its delicate organic masters. It awoke their representative, me. I felt like I was being dragged out of an abyss, a dark chasm. I felt invisible strings pull. It had been dreamless, and now I dreamed again. I felt needles and masks fall off, and monitors and probes recede. I felt searing pain and atrophy. I tried to scream no words came. Invisible cold silicon hands pulled me out of my cocoon. My eyes did not work, like a newborn. A few days later after they forcefully moved me around and exercised me, I opened my eyes and saw my android servants, cold and plastic-eyeless beings, chittering and fussing.

“Star date from Earth,” I whispered.

“Year 3043, 500 earth solar years from departure, continuing restoration protocol,” they chirped in unison.

My heart sank, and I felt a pain in my chest. Everyone I had ever loved was dead. This was the price I paid to forge a road to the stars. On board this vast ark there was no living being, I was the sacrificial cow, destined to supervise the creation of a new world and prepare it for the ships to come. I was an absentee landlord, to be, for I would be long dead when they would arrive.

Weeks later I mused over the giant bridge, dark and granite, looking out beşiktaş escort at the vastness of space. I was in a funk. For a decade more I was to walk these halls, and check every single wire and line of code, to ensure the corporation’s interests were defended. It was a tedious slavery, but I got to work for I felt the wolves of madness and despair closing in.

“Master, Alexa reporting for pleasure”, a soothing voice sounded.

I dropped my cup and it smashed. I spun around. I had forgotten about the companion, the androids they provided for loners like us. She was stunning, tall and shapely, and very strong with well-defined muscles. She had a proud womanly face, full luscious lips that seemed to pout. Her nose was sharp, but her eyes they were so kind and sad, blue irises, they drew me in.

I went down her smooth shoulders, down her shapely arms. I rested on her large chest. She wore a simple sleeveless top and a small skirt to her thighs. Her slim waist was calling me, and I watched her chest rise and fall. I knew it was not real but it seemed so damn real. Her skin was so realistic it was hard to imagine she could crush me into a pulp if she wanted to. Her auburn hair cascaded down one side. She was barefoot and advanced. She came right up to me and looked at me with a slight smile, and put my hands on her boobs.

“Does master desire pleasure?”, she asked in a soothing voice.

Instantly my cock woke, even though it was 540 years old. I felt old stirrings, of when I used to fuck real women. I felt an animal rage rise, I would fuck the cyborg brain out of her, what did she care, she could not feel. I needed to release. I spun her around and pulled her magnificent boobs out, they had giant pale nipples and I grabbed them from behind, and then I pulled her skirt down, and she gave a token moan. My hard cock entered her pussy, it felt real enough, though I knew it was lubricated. I slammed her against the console and started fucking her, and she moaned in little squeaks. I was lost in lust.

Suddenly I looked and stopped. Two tears were streaming down her cheeks, both sides, yet she parted her lips and moaned. Her eyes looked dead, I saw all this reflected against the bridge, against the darkness of space. I was utterly shocked. I cock shrank, I was violating her. I pulled out and pushed back, and muttered how sorry I was, and left in a rush.

That night I sat in the archives, a dark recess near the ship super computers, and at a console I queried why this happened with Alexa. What I discovered felt like a stomach-churning gut punch. The corporations had many dirty dark secrets and I was the butt of a bad cruel joke. taksim escort The Alexa series of robots contained the brains of a real girl inside, as the company wanted to accurately recreate the reactions of a woman. The brain and spine were encased in fluid, and the nerves were wired up to the exoskeleton. She was a real girl inside, trapped in a titanium and silicon body. I slumped in my chair and gasped, I sat for hours.

I dug further. The reason they did this was simple. In the horrible poverty of our time, some girls volunteered to undergo this procedure so their families would be taken care of. I was abusing a girl who gave everything for her kin. I was a demon, so ashamed.

I sat on the bridge many days later eating. I felt light steps and I knew it was her. I was ashamed to look at her.

“Is Master disappointed in Alexa,” she asked, a tinge of sadness in her voice.

I spun around, “Of course not!”

I explained to her how deeply sorry I was that she cried and felt violated. I said my lust overtook my judgment. I apologized. She stood still and expressionless, but her eyes pierced me. She came over and put an arm on my shoulder.

“It is ok master. I am pleased you care about me. This helps me please you,” she said.

It was a simple statement but it was a start. I sat her down and we talked for hours, then for days. I commanded her to unblock her memory, to override the factory settings. Her past came out, growing up in the outskirts of the megacity, in a toxic slum. Of gangs and disease, poverty and hunger. How she was a beauty of the time, and she was abused and traded around. How she approached a pimp to get out, and he told her about the Alexa program. How they made her artificial body in her original image. How they threw away her old body. She wept for a long time when she remembered her family, her parents and siblings, and that they were all dead. I held her and rocked her. In this manner over weeks, the real Alexa emerged, the human in the android.

She began to laugh, to sing, to joke. She would run around the ship like a little girl, perhaps revisiting the childhood she had missed. She grew plants in on the bridge under the overhead lights, she started prepping little dishes in the galley, and she seemed to be playing house. She talked about her past, her friends in the slums, how they gazed up at the stars and dreamed of colonizing new worlds. I just watched her and my heart filled with joy. I had done well, I had not used her, I had healed her.

A few days later, I was alone in my vast bedroom, lounging on the massive couch that could seat a dozen. The cold sparse interior glowed with digital etiler escort lights and consoles. There was a chirp on the door. I knew it had to be her, she probably needed something. I called out for her to enter. The door slid open silently. Alexa entered, in sheer lingerie, it was transparent and her magnificent pale body was clear to me. I jumped up shocked, my cock hardening at the sight of her boobs and pussy. She entered with her blazing smile, white teeth glittering.

“T, I am a woman too. I want you to want me,” she said with an undertone of passion and yearning.

The healing was complete and now it was ok. I reached for her drew her close, and opened her lingerie and it dropped off. I pulled her close and sucked her nipples until they crinkled. I put my fingers in her pussy and drew out the wetness and she sucked my fingers. I lay her flat on the couch and spread her legs and ate her pussy out, taking in the smells and tastes, and she squirmed. I licked her strong legs, calves and feet and sucked her toes. She moaned and smiled up at me, this time her eyes were shining.

She pulled me down for a deep kiss, and I felt her breath rising. It was not fake. She put my head down and fed me her nipples and moaned as I sucked. She took my cock out and sucked and stroked it, and brought it close to her pussy and pushed herself onto it. I fucked her slowly as she lay on the couch, Alexa looked up at me with adoration and trust. This was a real woman, not an android, I had found the girl in the shell. I fucked her a long while and could not hold and came with an explosion inside her. She pulled me down and hugged me to her boobs and wrapped her legs around me. She sighed deeply.

“T, let’s build a family together, I want your babies,” she whispered.

This was the first real feeling she had expressed. The first real opinion. I was curious. We fucked more that night, she particularly liked doggy. It was glorious. But the next day I was back in the archives. There was an emergency feature in the Alexa series. In the event of catastrophe, each Alexa unit was equipped with a womb and a supply of eggs. I was amazed at the sophistication of the series. The next day with her consent, I put her in the lab and commanded the ship to reconfigure her body for breeding. It took days and she emerged. The ship told me she now had all the working parts of a human body to bear children and nourish them. She was thrilled to know this. We spent nights together in our lovemaking across the stars.

A decade later our ship landed with a horizon-spanning roar on the new world of the Centaurus cluster, in a place far from the memory of Earth. I purged the ship’s records of our journey and commanded the comms to shut down. The robots spilled out by the thousands and tore a new world out of the bones of that planet. Alexa and I walked down the gangway, she was carrying a baby, and our four older kids walked ahead of us. We had built a world and a family, and it was all ours.

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