0710 Hours Saturday:
05.24.3515
The sonic shower felt great on Alex?s back. Its soothing, cleansing waves massaged away the tension of her first week at the
new post. The timer went off and a computer-generated female voice asked if she wished to extend the shower an extra five
minutes. Alex declined and the sonic shower turned itself off. She got out and dressed quickly, combed her long dark hair and
applied her prescribed revitalizer cream on her face. She hurried, knowing she had little to make her halo appointment.
Her new quarters were more spacious, issued with a full-sized bed instead of a bunk on 30b. The room's colors were pleasant
blues and ambers. It was equipped with an entertainment wall system; a full duplex screen with combined hyper-sound. She
switched off the floor to ceiling 3D-video screen and said aloud, ?Secure.? The door to her quarters locked behind her and the
same female voice heard earlier announced, "Good morning, Alex." as she exited.
Alex enters the REC room at 0720 hours. The place is packed to the brim with workers from the graveyard shift. She has a few
extra minutes before her halo room appointment so she checks the bar menu. She orders a juice-enhancer at the bar and chats
with the bartender. She wonders if the bartender is human or a Halo-Person i.e. a computer-generated hologram with 3-D motion
and sound capabilities. As she studies the room, she wonders how many of the workers are in fact humanoid. It would not be
surprising if the company started using Halo-workers considering the cost of maintaining 5881 humanoid workers on Corneas.
The Condarian Berry flavored drink gives Alex a quick buzz. The room feels as though it is spinning on its axis. Alex?s head
starts to hammer as the aftertaste of the berry numbs her tongue. On an empty stomach, the enhancer courses through her veins
slowing her heart rate and dulling her senses. Momentarily. Realizing she should have eaten something, she starts to feel a little
dizzy. Alex decides to cancel her Halo-Room order. Kayaking is the only real love in Alex?s solitary life but what she needs at this
moment is more demanding. It is like a monster that has to be fed and her need is mounting. She waits impatiently in line for the
next unoccupied pleasure pod.
The pod is small, about five by five feet of hermetically sealed and molded plastic orange walls. The room is furnished with a
bench and a small sonic sink. On the left wall is a pay-pad that reads in large red print, PIC-UR-PARTNER. She sticks her
thumb on the pay-pad and a computer-generated voice asks if she wants a male or female partner. Alex chooses aloud, "Female".
A feminine voice continues seductively, ?Please select hair color." Alex picks her usual selection of light blonde with reddish
highlights. Then the computer asks her to choose an eye color. She chooses light green eyes. Her next selections reveal a five
foot three frame of 115 pounds and age of 20 - 25 years.
She then pushes the start button at the top of the grid. A woman matching her order appears and moves towards Alex, smiling
coyly and tries to kiss her on the lips. Alex grabs the woman by her shoulders and pushes her down on her knees. Her orange
uniform zipper is yanked down and the delicate sound of sucking saturates the small compartment. Alex closes her eyes as her
legs are gently spread apart and she feels the tension building deep inside and begins to moan. It is over quickly. The young
woman looks up at her with a very wet mouth, smiles as she licks her lips, and then fades away. The computer-generated
feminine voice says, ?Thank you for using PIC-UR-PARTNER. We hope we can service you again. Have a nice day.? Alex zips
up her uniform and uses the sonic sink to wash her hands and face. She takes in a deep breath and whispers, ?You're welcome."
The door to the pleasure pod opens and she exits to a line of workers waiting to utilize the pod.
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0611 Hours Monday
05.26.3515 Corneas
The sublet is gloomy and quiet. Alex is in her COM chair, monitoring a dispatch from Typas4 and reflecting on her prime
directive ordered by Tom to look for a mole. When Alex thinks about the mole, she envisions a sightless fur ball with huge
claws, tunneling deep into Corneas' core. She and Tom are the first and best line of defense, exterminators armed with laser
rifles searching within the asteroid's catacombs for the elusive burrowing mammal.
The screen display is blinking a green coded transmission from Melessa2260. Alex hits the receiver button on her COM console
and reads the dispatch:
