Thread: Voyage of the Space Vagabond [Blueflame & Sensualist]

Seeing the beautiful woman inside the capsule grabbed at something primal in him, immediately he was shocked. 'There is a woman in here?!' it was the first reactive thought in his head and even though part of him realized it was wrong with it came an impulse that stabbed his heart like a ice pick was she ok, who put her here and how could he punish them. It took a second for his rational mind to catch up and it worked hard to crush those protective male impulses. No, not a woman, just the piece of valuable tech cargo he had surmised. A distraction to put back in its box. Then he felt a very different response, animalist and hungry, as the thing started to move. Green eyes wide and his pulse quickening he watched, those subtle movements and that body demanded attention. It spoke to him and Lex had to shake his and blink before he could mentally play back what the bot had just said. Pleasure module, valet module, genetic key? With effort he looked away and finally squeezed his eyes shut, lifting one hand up to massage his temples with thumb and middle finger as he groaned, just great, hours to live and I meet a sexbot. He glanced its way again, oh yeah definitely a distraction that he ought to put back in the box. The pistol that was hanging limp in his other hand was again affixed to his belt. Don't suppose they packed you with any engineering droids huh sister? Lex said coldly not really expecting an answer as he looked at the other pods. There uniform appearance and pinkish coloration made him all but certain this was an entire shipment of companion droids. A hold packed full of sexbots. His eyes keep getting drawn back to her suggestively revealed body and he knew it was clouding his mind. Looking at that beautiful face, that simmered with barely sublimated lust or maybe that was his own reflected, wasn't much better. Every inch of her begged to be looked at and man did she look good. Human even, only better, she was sexuality perfected. What are you anyway a Mark VI? He asked trying to step back from the sexuality by mentally reducing the droid to its technical specs. A Mark VI or better was premium tech, the purchase price was probably in the neighborhood of his entire last year's earnings aboard the Vagabond. These higher end Androids were true artificial intelligences some colonies had even granted such androids provisional rights with complex and adaptive memory cores and a neural processing core that was first in class. It took a lot of processing power to pretend to be human. The thought hit him like a slap in the face additional programming space. Lex silently cursed his libido for slowing down his thinking. His focus came back on Unit 137-A with a sharp intensity now that left his sexual attraction to the doll behind. I need some of your specs. Is your processing core shielded? What sort of datajacks do you support for uploads? His mind was already planning it out. He could hotwire the Gynoid into the AI's reserve core and upload the data stored there. If it's processor wasn't burned out in the process it would know what the AI knew, in short everything about the ship. Hell after that it could probably direct him to any component worth salvaging. He'd have to make a list. With a kick Lex gracefully glided to a nearby wall panel, there he grabbed and twisted a release causing the panel to slide open revealing the ship's data lines. Finding the cable he wanted he yanked the fat shielded wire out giving him a few feet of slack to work with. He'd have to pare down the wire to something that would uplink with the droid, he plucked a tool from his belt and shouted over his shoulder to the Gynoid, Come over here. His mind had made the leap, transforming Unit 137-A back from women to tech a tool he needed to use to survive, and if he didn't look at her too much he might just be able to keep it that way. He didn't even stop to consider she might not be able navigate the zero-g.