Chapter 1: Introduction
Darkness.
The kind that presses against your eyelids, heavy and insistent, daring you to open them. A silent, oppressive blanket that smothers all sound, all sensation. My mind swam in the vast nothingness, grasping for any semblance of familiarity, but finding only void.
I inhaled deeply, the air cold and sterile, tasting of metal and ozone. My lungs protested, aching with the effort of drawing in the alien atmosphere. Panic stirred, a serpent coiling in the pit of my stomach, but I forced myself to remain still, to breathe slowly, to think.
My body was a stranger, my skin slick with a strange, viscous gel that clung to me like a second skin. I could feel it, cool and slippery, coating my arms, my legs, my chest. Everywhere. It was an unsettling sensation, but not unpleasant.
I opened my eyes, the dim light of the chamber stinging them. My vision swam, adjusting to the gloom. The pod I lay in was a transparent cylinder, filled with the same gel that coated my skin. It was thick, like honey, and it pulsed gently, rhythmically, as if it were alive. I could see my reflection in the gel, a pale figure with medium-length black hair, a slender build, and no clothes.
I was naked, my body exposed to the cold, sterile air of the chamber. I could see the goosebumps on my skin, the way my nipples hardened in the chill. I felt a strange detachment, as if I were watching someone else, not myself.
I pushed against the gel, my hands sliding against the slick surface of the pod. It was firm, yet yielded to my touch, allowing me to move, to push myself upright. I could feel it between my legs, cool and slippery, coating my crotch, my thighs. I felt a strange, alien sensation, a tingling, a warmth that was not unpleasant.
I looked around the chamber, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.
The pod was one of many, lined up in neat rows, like some perverse exhibit in a museum of the macabre. Each pod was filled with the same gel, the same rhythmic pulsing. And in each pod, a figure, naked and still, like sleeping beauties in a twisted fairy tale. Each figure had the same body type. The same as me.
The same as you, I thought, a shiver running down my spine. I was not alone. But where were they? What were they? I couldn't tell. The gel made it difficult to see, to make out any features. I could only see the vague outlines of their bodies, the way their chests rose and fell with each breath.
I pushed myself out of the pod, the gel clinging to me, dripping off my skin as I stood. I could feel the gel between my legs, cool and slippery, coating my crotch, my thighs.
I looked down at my body, my skin glistening with the gel, my nipples hard and erect. I could feel a strange, aching emptiness between my legs, a hunger that I couldn't quite understand.
I stepped out of the pod, my feet sinking into the soft, spongy floor. It was like walking on flesh, the sensation unsettling, yet not entirely unpleasant. I took a deep breath, the air cold and sterile, and began to make my way towards the exit.
The chamber was vast, a labyrinth of shadows and dim lights. With row upon row, of the same pod that I had just stepped out of. All of them filled with...girls? The word seemed familiar. Was I, a girl? Were they all,...girls?
The word echoed in my mind as I made my way along the row of pods, my wet footsteps echoing in the silence. I could feel the gel between my legs, cool and slippery, with each step. It was a strange sensation, a constant reminder to me, of where I just came from. I could feel it on my skin, the way it made my nipples hard, the sensations I felt between my legs.
I looked in each pod. Each had a...'girl'...that looked very similar to me. Same pale skin colour. Same hair length, though some had hair of a different shade.
Same slender build, same lack of clothes. I could see their chests rise and fall with each breath, their nipples hard and erect. It was a strange sight, these...girls...lying there, naked and still, their bodies coated in the same gel that clung to me.
I reached out, my hand hovering over the gel in one of the pods. I could see the girl's face, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She looked peaceful, almost serene. I hesitated, my hand trembling slightly. Then, I dipped my fingers into the gel, feeling it coat my hand, my arm. I could feel the gel between my legs, cool and slippery, with each movement.
It was a strange sensation, cool but warm at the same time. I touched the girl in the pod. Her skin was soft, warm, despite the cool gel. I could feel her pulse, steady and strong, beneath my fingertips.
She was alive, but...asleep? Unconscious? I looked around, my eyes scanning the rows of pods, the dimly lit chamber. I was alone, or so it seemed. No one else was moving, no one else was awake. Just me and these...girls.
I pulled my hand out of the gel, my fingers coated with the slick substance. I brought them to my mouth, tasting it. It was salty, slightly sweet, with a metallic undertone. It reminded me of...something. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It didn't matter. Not now. Not here.
I needed to find a way out, to understand where I was, who I was. I turned away from the pods, my mind racing. I needed to explore, to find answers. But my body...it had other ideas.
I could feel it, the ache between my legs, the hunger that gnawed at me. The gel, it had done something to me. I could feel it, the way it had coated me, the way it had...touched me. Intimately. I could feel it now, the slickness, the warmth. I was wet, and an unfamiliar sensation washed through me.
I bit my lip, trying to ignore the sensation.
It was distracting, this...hunger. This...desire. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. I needed to find a way out. But my body...it had other plans.
I walked down the row of pods, my wet footsteps echoing in the silence. It was a constant reminder, a constant distraction.
I reached the end of the row, my eyes scanning the dimly lit chamber. There was a door, a heavy metal door, with a keypad beside it. I could see the faint glow of the keypad, the numbers barely visible in the dim light.
I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed the buttons randomly. The keypad beeped softly, a sound that echoed in the silence of the chamber. I held my breath, waiting for the door to open, for the lock to disengage. But nothing happened. The door remained closed, the keypad silent.
I cursed under my breath, my frustration growing. I tried again, pressing the buttons in a different order. Still nothing. I could feel the gel coating my skin, between my legs, the strange sensations washing through me were a constant distraction. I needed to focus, to think.
I looked around, my eyes scanning the chamber. I needed to get this stuff off of me.
The gel was driving me crazy, making me feel all sorts of things I couldn't understand. I needed to clean up, to feel normal again. I spotted a small, dimly lit room off to the side of the chamber. It looked like a closet, filled with strange devices.
I made my way towards it, my wet footsteps echoing in the silence. I could feel the gel between my legs, the heat building there was a reminder of my...condition. I looked though the open door, the hinges. The room was small, the air stale and musty. But it was better than the chamber, better than the pods.
I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the small room, looking for something, anything that could help me clean up. My body was on fire, the gel coating my skin, the heat building between my legs. The muscles of my crotch felt tighter. My breath was quickening. I needed to get this fucking stuff off of me.
I spotted a small, round pad on the floor. It had a rough-looking surface. I stepped on it, feeling the coarseness of it on the soles of my feet. My breathing was more rapid, my chest rising and falling quickly now. I felt a wet trickle down the inside of my thighs. The tightness in my groin. What was happening to me!
I felt like I was losing control, my body betraying me. I needed to get this fucking gel off me, now! I looked around the room, my eyes frantically searching for something, anything that could help me clean up. My breath was coming in short gasps, my heart pounding in my chest like a fucking drum.
I spotted a small, metal gold disc on the wall beside me. It was glowing slightly. I touched, my hands shaking as I gently pressed the warm metallic disc. A stream of water poured down over me from above, cold and refreshing. The water felt good, too good.
I moaned, my head tilting back, my eyes closing as the water cascaded down my body. It was cold, but it felt amazing against my heated skin. I could feel it washing away the gel, the slickness between my legs. I stood there, letting the water pour over me, my body trembling with relief.
As the last of the gel was washed away, I felt a sudden, intense wave of sensation between my legs. It was like a jolt of electricity, a spark that ignited a fire within me. I gasped, my eyes flying open, my body tensing.
"Fuck," I whispered, my voice ragged.
My body was on fire, the cold water doing nothing to quench the inferno that raged within me. I could feel it, the heat, the hunger, the desire. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. I needed...I needed...
I needed to touch myself. I needed to feel something, anything, to ease this fucking ache between my legs. I looked around, my eyes wild, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I was alone, I was safe. I could do this.
I reached down, my fingers trembling as I touched myself. I was wet, so fucking wet. The gel had done something to me, made me...'aroused'...?
I didn't know what that word meant, but I knew what I felt. I knew what I needed.
My fingers trembled as I touched myself, feeling the slick wetness between my legs. I was so fucking wet, so fucking turned on. I could feel the heat radiating from my core, the ache that gnawed at me, demanding release.
I slid my fingers through my wetness, feeling the slickness coat my skin. I could feel the heat building, the tension coiling in my belly. I needed more. I needed to feel more.
I slipped a finger inside myself, feeling the tightness, the heat. I gasped, my body tensing as I pushed deeper.
Fuck, it felt so good. I added another finger, stretching myself, filling myself. I could feel my body clenching around my fingers, my hips moving in rhythm with my hand.
"Fuck," I moaned, my head tilting back, my eyes closed. The water was still pouring down over me, cold and refreshing, but I barely noticed. My body was on fire, my mind consumed with the sensation between my legs.
I could feel the tension building, the heat coiling in my belly. I was close, so fucking close. But, close to what? I needed to something to happen. I needed a release to this fucking ache that consumed me.
I needed something to fill this void that was eating me alive. I needed...more.
I pulled my fingers out of myself, my body protesting the loss of contact. I looked around the room, my eyes wild, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I needed something! Something inside me. Something to fill this emptiness that was driving me crazy.
I spotted a small, metal rod on the wall beside me. It was long and thick, with a smooth surface. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the cool metal. It was heavy in my hand, but it felt good. It felt right.
I brought it to my mouth, my tongue darting out to taste the metal.
It was cool and smooth, with a slight tang of something metallic. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I was so turned on, so ready.
I brought the rod to my entrance, feeling the cool metal press against my hot, wet flesh. I moaned, my head tilting back, my eyes closing. I could feel the tension coiling in my belly, the heat building between my legs. "I need this."
I pushed the rod inside me, feeling the thick metal stretch me open. It was a strange sensation, cool and hard, yet it felt so good.
I pushed the rod deeper inside me, feeling it stretch me open, filling me in a way that no fingers ever could. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure and pain as I took it all in.
"Fuck," I gasped, my eyes flying open, my body tensing as I looked down at the metal rod buried deep inside me. It was slick with my wetness, the cool metal contrasting sharply with the heat of my body.
I began to move, my hips rocking back and forth as I slid the rod in and out of myself. It was a strange sensation, the cool metal sliding against my hot, wet flesh. It felt so good, so fucking good.
I could feel every inch of the metal rod sliding in and out of me, stretching me open, filling me completely. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure as I slid it in and out of myself. the cold, hard rod heating my body. I needed to...what? 'Cum?' I needed to release this almost overwhelming ache that consumed me. I needed to explode.
I reached down with my free hand, my fingers finding finding a swollen nub. I began to rub it in tight circles, my body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over me. I was so close...but close to what? I had never felt sensations like this before. I was sure of that!
But what did it mean? What was I doing? I was doing something to myself with a metal rod in a derelict space station closet. What the hell was happening to me? But the sensations were too intense to question. My hand moved faster on the swollen nub, my hips bucking against the rod as it slid in and out of me.
"Fuck," I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure and desperation. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I was so close, so fucking close. The rod was hitting that spot inside me, that spot that made me see stars.
I could feel my body tensing, my muscles clenching as I got closer and closer to whatever it was that I was chasing. My hand was moving faster on the swollen nub, my hips bucking wildly as I thrust the rod rapidly into myself.
"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my head tilting back, my eyes closed. "Fuck, I'm so close. I'm so fucking close."
I could feel it, the heat building, the tension coiling in my belly. I was right on the edge, ready to fall over. I needed to cum, I needed to release this fucking ache that was consuming me.
I needed to explode, to shatter into a million pieces.
I thrust the metal rod into myself harder, faster, my hips bucking wildly as I chased my release. My hand was a blur on the swollen nub, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. I could feel my body tensing, my muscles clenching as I got closer and closer to the edge.
My breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, my chest heaving as I panted.
"Fuck," I moaned, my voice ragged and desperate. "Fuck!" The rod was sliding in and out of me with a slick, wet sound, the cool metal contrasting sharply with the heat of my body. I could feel every inch of it, stretching me open, filling me completely. And then it happened.
The sensation that had been building, coiling in my belly like a tightening spring, finally snapped. My body convulsed, my muscles clenching around the metal rod as I thrust it deep inside me one last time. A wave of pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced washed over me, starting at the base of my spine and radiating outwards in a blinding explosion of sensation. I screamed, my voice echoing in the small room as my body shook with the force of my...'orgasm!'. The rod slipped from my grasp, falling to the floor with a clatter as my knees buckled and I collapsed against the wall.
My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I tried to catch my breath.
My body was still trembling, my muscles still clenching as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. I looked down at the metal rod lying on the floor, slick with my wetness. I had just used that on myself, I had made myself cum! I sat on the floor for a while, letting the water cascade over me. Cool me down. Eventually, when I had calmed down. I got to me feet and stepped out of the closet, my body still damp from the water. The chamber was still dark, still silent, still filled with the rhythmic pulsing of the alien machinery. But now, it felt different. Now, it felt alive.
The space station was no longer just a derelict husk of steel and chrome; it was a living, breathing entity, humming with an energy that seemed to pulse through its very core. The dim lights flickered to life, casting eerie shadows on the rusted walls as if the station itself was watching me.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The sensation of the metal rod inside me was still fresh in my mind, the memory of my orgasm still lingering like a phantom echo. I needed to move, to explore, to find answers. But first, I needed to find a way out of this chamber.
I walked back towards the door with keypad.
My body was still trembling slightly from the intense sensations I had just experienced. The gel had done something to me, awakened something primal and raw within me. I could still feel a slight warmth between my legs, the wetness in my...'sex?'
As I approached the door, I noticed a small, blinking light on the keypad. It was a red light, pulsing softly like a heartbeat. I reached out and pressed it. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a dimly lit corridor beyond.
I looked through the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest. The corridor beyond was narrow and long, the walls lined with pipes and wires that snaked along the ceiling and floor.
The air was cold and stale, but there was a faint hum of energy that seemed to pulse through the very walls themselves. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever lay ahead.
As I stepped into the corridor, I noticed a faint glow coming from further down the passage. It was a soft, ethereal light that seemed to shimmer and dance in the darkness. I followed it, my footsteps echoing in the silence.
The light grew brighter as I walked, casting long shadows that danced and flickered on the walls. I could hear a soft, rhythmic sound, like a heartbeat, growing louder with each step. It was a strange sensation, this pulsing energy that seemed to fill the air.
It made my skin tingle, my heart race. I could feel it, the heat building between my legs again, the ache that was becoming all too familiar.
As I walked further down the corridor, the light grew brighter, casting long shadows that danced and flickered on the walls. The rhythmic sound grew louder, more insistent. It was a sound that seemed to echo through my very bones, a primal beat that seemed to call to me.
I rounded a corner, and there it was: a large, circular room, filled with a soft, ethereal light.
The walls were lined with what looked like...beds? They were long and narrow, with smooth, metallic surfaces that seemed to shimmer in the dim light. The beds were arranged in a circle, surrounding a large, central platform.
I walked towards the platform, my footsteps echoing in the silence.
As I stepped onto it, the soft light seemed to intensify, casting an otherworldly glow over everything. The platform was wide, easily large enough for several people to lie down on. It was smooth and cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat that was already building within me again. Then, a pulsing light swept over me from above and below at the same time. I could feel the light caressing my skin, like a warm summer wind. Then it stopped.
The caressing lights, the pulsing, the heartbeat - all gone.
Suddenly, I was plunged back into darkness, the silence deafening. My heart raced, my breath coming in short gasps. What the fuck just happened? Then, the ethereal lights started shinning again, giving the room an eerie glow.
Then, I saw it. A feather-light garment hung from a hook above one of the beds. It was white and almost sheer. A pair of white soft boots were on the floor below it.
I reached down, my fingers brushing against the soft material. It felt strange, almost alien against my skin. I picked up the garment, holding it up to the light. It was some sort of body-hugging jumpsuit. White and almost transparent, it shimmered in the soft light, like moonlight on water. It was delicate, ethereal, and it would cover almost nothing.
I looked around, my heart pounding in my chest. The garment seemed out of place, a single splash of innocence in this den of darkness. I felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to put it on, to wrap myself in its soft embrace.
I opened it up and stepped into it, the material sliding smoothly over my skin. It hugged my body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. My nipples hardened against the cool material, and the heat between my legs intensified as I felt the fabric brush against my smooth folds. I sat on the bed to put the soft boots on. I felt the garment pull up tighter in my crotch.
It cupped me perfectly, accentuating my mound, leaving little to the imagination. I couldn't help but feel...exposed. Vulnerable. But also...revealed.
The boots were soft and snug against my skin, giving me just enough height to make me feel...different. Powerful. I stood up, my eyes adjusting to the soft light. I turned around, seeing my reflection in the mirrored walls. I looked...sensual. My body was on full display, my nipples hard and erect against the thin fabric. The boots made my legs look longer, leaner. I looked like...a fantasy. A dream.
That's what I felt like as I stood there, my reflection staring back at me in the mirrored walls. I was no longer the naked, vulnerable girl who had awakened in that pod. I was a dream, a fantasy made flesh.
I reached down, my fingers brushing against the thin fabric that covered my mound. It was soaked through, the cool material clinging to my heated flesh. I could feel the heat radiating from between my legs, the ache that threatened to consume me.
I looked around the room, my eyes scanning the beds that lined the walls. Who were they for? What were they for?
I wondered again, my fingers tracing the edge of the bed closest to me. My reflection in the mirrored walls watched me, hungry and eager. My heart pounded in my chest, a primal rhythm that matched the throb between my legs. I wanted...something. I needed...something.
I could feel the heat building between my legs, the ache that was becoming all too familiar. I ran my hands up my body, over my breasts, feeling the cool material against my heated skin. I forced myself to ignore it...I needed to find out what was going on.
I needed to figure out what this place was, who I was, and most importantly, what the fuck was happening to my body. And, this heat between my legs wouldn't go away. But for now, I ignored it, for I had to find out what was going on.
I turned and surveyed the circular room once more. The smooth, metallic surfaces of the beds reflected the soft light, casting dancing shadows that seemed to beckon me. Realizing there wasn't anything else in this room that could tell me who I was, or where I was, I walked back out into the corridor.
Every step I took, the light boots caressed my calves, sending shivers up my spine. The thin material of my jumpsuit clung to my body, outlining every curve, every inch of my skin, like a second skin. I could feel the slick fabric between my legs, rubbing against my swollen, aching sex, every step I took only served to fuel the fire that burned inside me.
I needed a release, and soon. I hadn't gone far when I heard a sound coming from one of the side corridors. A beeping noise, low and soft, echoing through the darkness.
I hesitated, my body tensing as I listened for the sound again. There it was, clearer this time, a low, soft beeping noise being repeated over and over again. It seemed to cut through the darkness, a beacon calling out to me. I followed the sound, my heart pounding in my chest, the heat between my legs a constant, distracting ache. The soft boots I wore were silent against the cold metal floor, my steps light and cautious as I moved further into the corridor.
The beeping grew louder, more insistent, and I rounded a corner to find the source. There, in the dim light of a flickering bulb, was a door marked with a red light above it. The beeping was coming from a keypad beside the door, the red light pulsing in time with the noise.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against the cool metal of the keypad. As soon as I touched it, the beeping stopped, and the door slid open with a soft hiss.
The room beyond was dimly lit, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. I stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The door closed behind me with a thud, sealing me off from the rest of the space station.
The room was small, about twice the size of a closet. It looked like a control room with a bank of consoles on each wall, a soft-looking swivel chair before the main console in front of me. The beeping was coming from the console in front of the chair.
As I got closer, I could see a small holographic display flickering to life. A 3D image of a girl appeared, her face calm and controlled. She was naked, her beautiful holographic body smooth and unblemished. She was speaking but I couldn't hear any sound.
I realized then that the hologram was just a recording, a pre-programmed message. I looked around the room, my eyes scanning the consoles, the flickering lights. I had a feeling that this was the control room, the heart of the space station. I walked over to the console where the hologram was looking for...what? I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but for some reason I seemed drawn to this spot.
As I moved closer to the console, I noticed a small, blinking light on one of the many buttons. A light that pulsed in time with the beat of the humming machinery that seemed to be the lifeblood of this derelict station. I reached out, my fingers hovering over the button for a moment before pressing it.
The holographic display flickered and then came back to life, this time with sound. The girl's voice was soft, soothing, and yet...commanding. "Welcome, subject K.55-9," she said, her voice like velvet-wrapped steel. "I've been expecting you."
I stood there, blinking in surprise.
Subject K.55-9? Who the fuck was...am I?
"Your designation is Subject K.55-9. You are a biological specimen, held in stasis for the purpose of--"
"Wait," I interrupted, my heart pounding in my chest. "Held in stasis? What the fuck does that mean?" I demanded, my voice sharp.
The holographic girl blinked, her expression unchanging. "You are a biological specimen that has been held in stasis for the purpose of--"
"Stop," I said, my voice trembling. "Just stop. I don't understand any of this. Who am I? What is this place?
What the fuck is going on?" I felt a wave of panic rising up within me. I needed answers, and I needed them now.
The holographic girl seemed to sense my distress. Her voice softened, and she took a step closer to me. "Calm down, K.55-9. I understand that this must be confusing for you. You've just been awakened from stasis. You will feel disorientated for a time, but normal functioning should return soon."
"Stasis?" I repeated, my voice a whisper. "You mean...I was asleep?"
She nodded. "Yes, subject K.55-9.
You were placed in stasis for the purpose of scientific research. Your body was in a state of suspended animation, till such time that your body was needed for biological research."
I shook my head, trying to grasp what she was saying. "My body was needed? What do you mean by that?"
The hologram's expression remained neutral. "Your DNA, your Chromosome Enzymes, your physiology, the profile of your brain - all of this is essential for this stations research study. Your genetic material is vital for the betterment of the empire. You are an essential specimen, subject K.55-9, with unparalleled research opportunities.
Your body and mind are a treasure trove of data that will revolutionize our understanding of human biology. And processing of your genetic material will begin shortly. The empire thanks you for your donation. All hail the Emperor!"
She stopped, her eyes scanning my face as if waiting for a reaction. I stood there, frozen, my mind racing. Empire? Emperor? What the fuck was she talking about? And what did she mean by 'donation'? My body felt like it was on fire, the heat between my legs a persistent, throbbing ache.
The hologram’s words were a jumbled mess in my head, but one thing was clear: this ‘Empire’ had intended to use me, to take my body, my genetic material, for their own purposes. The thought was repulsive. I could feel the heat building between my legs, my body betraying me with some primal response regardless of the danger I was in.
I looked around the control room, at how old everything was. How run down and derelict looking this station seemed. It seems this 'Empire' had forgotten about this place a very long time ago.
My eyes darted around the room again, taking in the old, rusting consoles, the flickering lights. This place had been abandoned, left to rot. The 'Empire' was long gone.
And yet, here I was, in my flimsy, white jumpsuit. A heat between my legs that wouldn't go away. I let out a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "Fuck this," I muttered under my breath. "I need to get out of this place." I muttered to myself, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. The heat between my legs was a constant, distracting ache, making it hard to focus on anything but the need pulsing through my body.
I looked around the control room again, my eyes scanning the consoles and screens for anything that could help me find a way out. My body was on fire, the heat between my legs a persistent, throbbing ache. I looked up at the smiling hologram. "Hey," I said to her. "Have you bothered to do a scan of this station recently? I bet it's been a while since you've had any contact with this...'Empire'... or since one of the crew sat down in this chair?" I snapped, my frustration boiling over.
The holographic girl looked taken aback by my outburst, her expression flickering briefly before settling back into its neutral state. "I do not have the capability to perform scans or maintain the station's systems," she said, her voice still calm and composed despite my agitation. "I am a pre-programmed AI, designed to guide and assist biological specimens during their awakening process. I do not have the authority to alter or override station protocols. You need to access the main control room and activate the Governing AI. She will be able to address your concerns."
I let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through my hair.
"Great. Just fucking great. So, what, I'm supposed to just wander around this godforsaken station until I stumble upon the 'main control room'? Fuck that. I need to get out of here now," I said, my voice cracking with barely contained desperation.
The hologram girl looked at me sympathetically. "I understand that this is a difficult situation for you, K.55-9. But, if you wait here, a orderly be here shortly to escort you to the processing room so your genetic material can be fully harvested."
I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists at my sides. "Fuck this! I'll find the main control room myself!" I snarled, storming out of the control room, my boots echoing on the cold metal floor. The hologram's words echoed in my mind: genetic material, donation, processing room. I didn't like the sound of that. And, even though it has probably been an eon since anyone was even here...I wouldn't trust the automated systems to keep to the program.
I stormed off down the corridor my mind racing with what I had just been told. I turned a corner and collided with something solid. Before I could steady myself, strong slimy tentacles wrapped around me, preventing me from falling. I looked at the large mass of writhing tentacles before me and I felt a jolt of fear run down my spine.