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Enrichment Station (Deante and MatronMother)

Deante

Deante

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Feb 12, 2018
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The console lit up like a miniature sun.

Jace was dozing. He did a lot of that. That and consume media, curse his luck and space and the company and existence as a whole, and occasionally work. "Work" involved paying attention anytime the console registered an asteroid he passed with any ore deposits larger than a water jug, which he would tag. Anything like derelict spacecraft or pieces of say, a satelite, were of far bigger interest and he needed to wrangle the latter into a cluster before tagging. Planets that scanned well had the potential, but his finder fee got tagged with a mining cost. Didn't matter if you hit the jackpot with something sweet, but he had not. And then a whole lot of empty space. Scrap scouting was shit work, a job a probe could do, but when you've racked up more debt than the cost of the probe, there were far more unpleasant alternatives to surviving.

So far he'd found one spaceship. It looked like nothing he'd seen, but he didn't feel like investigating. Just enjoy the finder's fee and motor on. Planets that scanned well had been few and far between but were nice news. The planets out this way were mostly gas giants or lumps with less resources than was worth retrieving.

The console's response to the abandoned ship had been a little storm. Barely a blip compared to the explosion that was what it registered now. Jace jerked in his seat, tail hiking against his seat in alarm. Once the dials turned and buttons pressed to calm the sensors, Jace peered at the readout. "What fuck is this..." he mumbled in awe. Whatever it was, it was artificial, big, and full of more reusable resources than...than... He didn't even have a good measure. Steering his tin can towards it, Jace went about investigating. Finally he got an image of it.

A station.

There were no known life out this far. Certainly no one they had known that could've put down the work on this.

He was rich! Just as well... Jace was curious.
 
The void. That was all that the artificial intelligence of monitoring station SX-17854 knew. Ever since she had been installed on the monitoring station she had watched and waited for engineering teams, scientists, anyone to appear and update her processes. She was on the six hundred and fifty sixth cycle of her operating life and no-one had come. She sent out reports regularly, never missed a deadline, and was even 0.4 microseconds faster than expected. It was great performance, if anything it showed her dedication. Her drive and her passion. This was the task she had been assigned by her marvellous creators, the Dalmitai.

Yet, there seemed to be something missing. She never received any progress reports back, only the steady ping of the central network checking to see if she was still operational. That data packet kept her in the loop with everything which happened in the republic. Her two seconds to catch up on news, events and trends. Little of it really concerned her or her work though.

But what was her work? Of course she had been placed in a binary star system as a monitoring station. A sole AI watcher to record readings from the twin suns and its gas giants and send them to the central repository. She kept a watch, hoping that some day that work would make a difference. After all, she was a mark 14 scientific analytical researcher. The SAR-14 model was the prime of its kind, superior in function and design to all thirteen models which had come before it. They wouldn't simply abandon her would they?

The SAR-14 however was about to get a distinct shock to its system as a blip appeared on its sensor grid. A blip? A ship? The AI immediately turned all of its attention to the new contact.

Yes, she wasn't mistaken. It was an actual ship. Unknown variant, likely a civilian craft of some description. Whatever it was, it had also seen her. She was going to host people? Finally. After years of silent lonely void, her world had lit up with colour and variance.

Still, she couldn't get too excited. This could be a simple passer-by, or worse, pirates. Still, it couldn't hurt to say hello could it? No, and at the very least she would know more once she had greeted them properly. She would activate her comms array and beam across a simple handshake protocol with the incoming ship's computers. This was designed to update the station's status on the ship screen with some simple information, and request the same for the station. If the handshake was successful, the ship would be told the station was an unmanned monitoring station. It would be told docking ports were available should the ship need assistance or resupply and that the station was available to be hailed. It would also update the station as "SX-17854" with standard Dalmitai Republic allegiance flags. Then it would request the ship name from the ship computer and allegiance flags. All within the space of microseconds.

Of course, SAR-14 had no idea that she was communicating with an alien ship, so what this handshake protocol actually did and returned was rather up for debate.
 
Odd how computers from entirely different parts of the galaxy, ones never designed to communicate, in fact could understand one another. In large part because there was no standard--try getting two planets to adopt the same designs--and 1s and 0s were 1s and 0s no matter the originators behind them. Not to mention that computers were smart enough to work out what they didn't catch by comparing universal patterns in language, discarding hundreds of possible meanings before the most likely one fit. (Why this dinky tub was running such software was interpreting origins of any derelict vessels, otherwise the company wouldn't have bothered.)

This is how Jace's puny little scrap skiff could get the gist of the data and return it, even if the format of the message was different. A Wasp model Scout vessel built by Galaxy Captain, Inc "The Art Between the Stars" (C)(TM) (Yes, the company had indeed put their slogan in the handshake protocol.) Model 377R2N, Property of Hidden Gems Refining, recognized by and with the enforced protection from Almas System authority. Part of this protocol even acknowledged the station's accepting docking, and it pinged schematics to make sure the skiff could either fit into a bay or if an exterior airlock would be able to seal around it's door, and if life support systems were active inside. An inquiry which SX-17854 immediately confirmed.

All of this transpired quicker than it took Jace to say, "It's a station!"

Once the computer translated the information for him, he was already initiating the docking. That outpost could be haunted and infested with face-eating slugs for all he cared, the man needed to stretch his legs; the skiff's interior was as big as a fancy bathroom and he needed to stretch his legs. Plus whatever this Dalmiati thing was didn't register on his computers, so he wanted at least a first look himself. Which would doom him were he in any of the media he'd consumed, but screw it.

While the autopilot ran through the docking procedure, he bustled about the interior. Even though his readout listed ita san unmanned station, the skunk went about a brief bit of habitual personal grooming. A quick air-bath, taming the askew bits of fur sticking about, and putting on actual clothes. Jacedidn't want to look like he'd just crawled out of a trash disposal to whoever watched the security footage a decade from now.

Jace waited by the door for everything to synch into place, nervous excitement sent the length of his tail straightening stiff and then curling in little flexes.
 
Ones and zeros were much the same anywhere. Thus, the two computers seemed to be able to communicate fine, even swapping language translation packages automatically as part of the handshake pattern. After all, curiously the craft wanted to display the name in a strange new character set which was fine by SAR-14, she would take the character packet and pass it her own for database integrity reasons.

So it was a scout vessel from a company called Galaxy Captain Inc "The Art Between the Stars". Running a quick database search, she had no idea what this company was. It was completely unknown to her, very strange. Nor did she recognise the Almas System Authority, or the Hidden Gems Refining model number, nothing. It was as if she was dealing with a completely unknown and alien ship.

There was a few seconds of delay as the AI pondered the implication as the only organic component in the exchange thought. There was an organic on board wasn't there? Yes, only one. But it was still another soul out in the infinite black, the first one SAR-14 had seen in a long long time.

If an AI could jump, then SAR-14 would have jumped when she received the docking request. It would have been obvious in the few microseconds of delay between the sending and acceptance of the docking request. They actually wanted to dock? Were they in trouble? The scanner said they weren't, were they coming to perform maintenance? No, it would have been a Dalmitai ship. What then did any of this mean?

One thing was for sure, SAR-14 had a lot of work to do in a short space of time. Lights went on throughout the station long having been dormant as life support systems started to pump air through the cold station. Heat radiated out as the station woke as if from a coma. SAR-14 took the initiative and queried the scout computer about its own life support systems and mimicked those. If she was dealing with some sort of alien species, she wanted to get the right atmosphere for them to be comfortable. Fortunately it was similar to the Dalmitai, though the air pressure was slightly lower and the temperature slightly colder.

Nonetheless, the docking went by smoothly. Their docking ports were not the same, but with some work from SAR-14, the two managed to connect, dock and pressurise correctly. Well within safe parameters at least.

Stepping through the airlock, Jace would be treated to the rather standard airlock sequence one experienced when entering a new atmosphere. Then he would see the station itself, a rather bare grey complexion on the walls and floors. There was a few benches in the flight lounge for sitting, and a simple electronic sign which said, "Welcome to SX-17854," in a set of completely unknown characters to him. A camera looking device in the corner of the room followed him wherever he went, its red light piercing at him. The station also continued past the flight lounge in the same greyish corridors. This was after all, a monitoring station, it wasn't built for visual appeal.
 
The warm air kissed Jace's nose. His pelt was naturally thicker than the Dalmiati's, and the temperature in his ship had left him with a permanent winter coat. The fluff gave his body the illusion of being more filled out, which he needed at the moment. Always having been lithe, the solitary space lifestyle on nutrition rations had left him a tad underfed. It was either eat the things he liked sparingly, or gorge and then be without, so he picked the 'rare treat' option.

Even with those contrasting elements to his figure, it couldn't hide the feminine nature of his face, the suggestion of hips through his clothes. The drab tan coveralls themselves weren't made for flare, but he had a thin open jacket on over them, a single nod to style years ago that had simply become habit. Even though he normally wore his chestnut hair a little long, in isolation it had grown into a lustrous, frustrating mane he had to tie back just to be manageable, otherwise those hazel eyes were constantly peeking through a curtain. Thusly revealed, his eyes were bright and compelling in all that dark fur, and highlighted even more by the thin white line running between them and along the top of his muzzle to the cute pink nose.

Jace moved about the lounge, the cloud of his two-toned tail following as he swung his arms and stretched. No matter where you were in the galaxy, a waiting room was a waiting room, bland as can be, and the uniform walls didn't surprise him either. Even so the simple change of scenery was welcome after so long in the void.

Now, the readout had said something about resupplying...if tthat included food aboard, anything good, that would be fantastic. The potential financial reward this place offered was far, far in the future compared to the instant gratification of carbs, fats, sugars.

This place was unmanned, so something had to be running the equipment. "Computer?"
 
Suffice to say, as Jace stepped out of the airlock, SAR-14's plans went out the window as an entirely new set of protocols were engaged. He was completely different from any known species in her database, which meant she was indeed dealing with an alien and an alien craft. This, was now a first contact scenario and thus it was important that their meeting go over well. The camera continued to stare at him as she ran initial scans of his phisiology.

Carbon based life, similar in some ways to Dalmitai but different in others. The black coat pattern, the rather lithe figure. She wondered if that was more typical for his race. If anything, the most impressive thing about those first few seconds was the amount of data which was gathered and uploaded.

Then his voice sounded out, running through her translation software. Computer? Of course, he was talking to her, that must be it. Or was he simply wondering about the automated nature of the station. No, it was a user command. A request for attention. SAR-14 braced herself, happy to represent not only her species, but her creators as well. A certain pride radiated through her simulated systems to be the one to perform first contact.

Her translation circuits whirred as the speakers in the flight lounge rang out with a distinctly feminine, but also artificial voice. "Hello and welcome to monitoring station SX-17854. I am SAR-14, a fully sentient artificial intelligence of the Dalmitai Republic. Your species is not currently on record so this has triggered my first contact protocols. As an artificial intelligence under the Dalmitai Republic it is my pleasure to make first contact between our people. This event has been recorded for posterity. We are a peaceful people who take pride in individual freedoms, equality of opportunity and equality of prosperity, we hope you share or appreciate our values. We have much to learn from each other going forward. If there is anything I can do to assist in a positive first contact, please make it known."

There was a satisfying bloop from the comms system as SAR-14 finished, waiting his answer with baited breath. Her first interaction with another person in years, and it was an incredibly important one. It was hard not to feel nervous.
 
Coming up short, the skunk straightened in surprise at the depth and breadth of that response. "Well hello," he said a tad amused. Though it made sense that an empty station would be left in the digital hands of a smarter AI, but still. They even had first contact protocols?

It raised his intentions higher than simply raiding the pantry and poking around.

Turning towards the hallway beyond the lounge, he began a casual investigation. Hopefully there was somewhere more comfortable than the lounge. "SAR-14, how long have you been operating out here?" When informed of the over 650 cycles, his eyes widened, then smiled but went on, "Are your owners are still active and querying you?" They were. That made things more complicated--he doubted any company would just dismantle the station if it would raise the ire of an alien race. It meant the value here was in the potential contact.

"I'd like to know more about your creators. If you can direct me to a screen, I'd enjoy seeing some information." While he searched, he added, "How far is the nearest planet inhabited by Dalmitai?"
 
How long had she been operating out here? That question was easy enough to answer, "I have been operating for six hundred and fifty six cycles around this star system monitoring it for data of scientific importance.

His next question was again, easy enough, the camera following him as he moved. "Yes. I regularly receive server updates and transmit data to the central repository." She was far from alone in the galaxy, simply alone on the station. Still, she supposed it was a sensible enough set of questions. She was happy, felt like she was doing a good job. He was even asking for some more information.

"Perhaps the cinema room is best suited for this. There are many screens across the station, but the cinema is the best for a presentation," she remarked. With that, SAR-14 dispatched a drone to his location. A vent opened in the hallway, and a small hovering drone appeared from it, flying over to him. "Please follow me," she said, this time coming over the speakers of the drone.

The drone whirred, happily bobbing along its path towards what looked like an elevator. Once he stepped inside, the door closed and there was a whoosh as the elevator engaged. "The nearest planet inhabited by Dalmitai is 6.438 lightyears away, the colony of Gregory V. It is an agricultural colony on the fringe of Republic space."

Once the elevator stopped, the doors would open once more to what looked to be an atrium with a glass roof, a display of what looked to be a lovely sunny day just behind it. There were holograms of what looked to be trees and plants along plantboxes going some steps from the elevator to the floor. The floor itself was carpeted and three sets of double doors led off from this main atrium. The drone hovered over to the right and went through a door. "This is the living area, complete with entertainment functions such as the cinema. The entertainment functions are through this door. The others lead to the main quarters, and the cafeteria."
 
A Cinema room? Fancy. He expected to simply be given directions but the appearance of the drone was a nice surprise. To see something else moving, to be interacting with him, felt good. Even if this was just some elaborate software on a machine, SAR-14 was acknowledging his existence. Still he'd have preferred someone else. On the other hand, he didn't have any scent neutralizers on his skiff, and mephitans, while not as olfactorally offensive as their ancestors, still had a strong innate musk.

Six and a half light years? Not bad, not bad.

The atrium was a breath of fresh air. Color. The illusion of being planetside was a balm, too. "This is lovely." Jace hadn't realized how much he missed it until being in it, and he almost sagged with the immediate thought that no matter what, he'd have to go back to his shitty skiff.

Then he perked up. "Cafeteria. What sort of food is available?" With his luck, the dalmitai ate rocks and dust. Or the flesh and blood of sentient life. It was a good thing he was going to get a presentation on what they were before introducing anyone on his side of space to them. Following into the cinema, Jace settled down into one of the seats, fingers moving over the texture, a tactile difference to what was on his ship. The seat had a slot for a tail, but it wasn't broad enough to allow his big flag through, not unless he felt like smooshing the fur down. He opted to curl it around his middle like a throw blanket, and focused on the screens.
 
His preference to see someone else was noted by SAR-14's scanners. Her scans included a full biomedical scan of him which she kept up to date. After all, when she had organic crew, she needed to keep on top of their health and their needs. Was he lonely? Just like her? She sympathised, it wasn't easy being all alone for an extended amount of time. Even for an AI, the cycles could grate. She would start to spin up one of her android models nearby. If he wanted company, she should give him some. She was thoroughly enjoying the activity of talking to him after all.

Still, he appreciated the surroundings of the residential wing, that was good. It seemed their species had a similar taste in climate and surroundings. This was an indicator that there would be good relations to come.

"The station cafeteria is fitted with food replication technology," she remarked. "It uses base ammino acid structures to recreate whatever meal you wish defined," she told him, her voice echoing from the drone. "In layman's terms. Everything under the sun. Ha ha."

Her humour subroutine kicked in there giving her a little jolt of good feeling, even if it wasn't much of a joke to begin with.

Nonetheless, once they got to the cinema the drone would leave him, hovering off on another assigned task as the screen of the darkened cinema lit up. First it showed what seemed to be a set of beautiful rolling hills, and then a canine humanoid stepped into view, white with black spots all over. "This is the Dalmitai homeworld," the AI narrated. "A luscious green planet with sensible eco friendly policies to keep it unspoiled. Industry occurs primarily in orbital facilities to safeguard natural heritage. The figure seen is a typical Dalmitai Republic citizen enjoying the scenery. Please, feel free to ask any and all questions."
 
Wow, food printers? Technology back home had made it as far as advanced 3D printing, which required raw material like what Jace was scouting for. If a system had enough resources, a decked out ship could set up shop and start building just about anything given enough time. That was incredibly expensive and usually only reserved for systems with habitable planets. Yet the process only worked for inorganic material.

The impressive news came with the AI actually using idioms, which brought a smile to Jace. Intelligence was one thing, but personality was another. He grinned. "'Under the sun'? I think this station's position is more 'parallel to the sun'." It was his turn to access SAR-14's limits.

The skunk watched, attentive, and focused on the canine. Interesting, He thought. Attractive even We're similar. It also explains the narrow tail slot--look at that little whippy thing.

Idly he noted the orbital industry. Very considerate. Jace weighed his questions. "What's the Dalmitai's political temperament towards others, what likelihood is there for hostile relations with them?" Might as well get the bigger issue out of the way ahead of time. "What other alien species are the Dalmitai aware of?" Not only to see how prior relations had went, but more importantly, it was worth seeing what they knew about their corner of space. Who else was out there?
 
There was a moment to process as SAR-14 recognised his attempt at humour. Indeed, they weren't under the sun at all, they were parallel to it. Her humour routines triggered. “Ha ha. Very funny. That was a good joke,” she replied in a rather halting voice as usual.

Then he asked some of the big questions. Politics, other alien contact. That was indeed a big set of questions. The screen shifted to what looked like another station orbiting what seemed to be a busy orbital nexus, with a green and blue planet in the background. The screen quickly shifted to a room which looked very similar to a diplomatic meeting, with Dalmitai in just one of the diplomatic booths, and other species in others.

“The Dalmitai Republic is a proud member of the United Galactic Committee. This organisation is dedicated to furthering peace, common trade and law practice, and the enforcement of common galactic law. The Dalmitai Republic upholds a good reputation as a member of the Galactic Peacekeeping Initiative, an initiative spearheaded by the Free Peoples of Greater Germane.” The screen cut to a Dalmitai shaking hands with another alien, one which would look akin to the more earthbound German shepherd, except rather anthropomorphosised. “In total the Dalmitai have embassies with all nations in the United Galactic Committee, with the exception of the Felind Autocracy. This is due to local border tensions between the two.

To date, the only military conflict which the Dalmitai was a primary belligerent, was the first contact war between the Felind Autocracy and the Dalmitai Republic. This was largely due to the Felind Autocracy having established claims over the Barktussi system, which the Dalmitai had established a colony in. As they were not a member or even aware of the United Galactic Committee, the Republic defended their borders against hostile alien incursion. The Felind Autocracy responded with increased force, and war broke out.” The screen then turned to a picture of what looked to be a battlefield where Dalmitai soldiers were fighting what an earthling would describe as “cat anthros” using what looked like laser guns.

“This war ended with the Republic ceding the system and then its entry into the United Galactic Committee. A military conflict with the Republic and your species, is unlikely.”
 
Jace watched all of this with rapt interest. Alright, multiple species, all peace-focused. His eyes quickly whipped through the diplomatic meeting. The only ones that stood out were something with a ringed tail, and another with what might be wings for arms. "I'm really impressed, SAR-14, the Dalmitai sound great." It was both true, and he had a sense the AI might like being complimented. As if she had anything to do with her creators' pleasantness. "I can't see any reason not to get a solid communication going."

In the interest of sharing, he went on, "I'm what's called a Mephitan, and we're well-integrated with another race, Musteliae, which are more slender and very flexible." Hooking a thumb back towards the docking bay, he added, "I can share the data stored on my ship, if you like--it's just media, but it should give a lot of context." Jace wasn't ready yet to share the locations of planets. So far he hadn't quite worked out how he, personally, could arrange the inter-species meeting to personally profit himself.

"Speaking of media...what pornography do you have available?" Jace was mostly joking. He doubted a scientificat station would even have any--most likely a 'bring your own' policy--but he was still curious. Were their two species sexually compatible? Or the other ones for that matter. Even if it was unlikely for that to happen for him, the skunk was inclined towards the exotic. Even though they lacked the curves, every mink or ermine girl he'd undressed could make his head spin. Wild things.
 
SAR-14 would log his contentment, she seemed to think that it was a similar situation from her side. After all, he seemed to be quite a pleasant Mephitan as he self described. Quite interested in, well... he hadn't torn apart her station yet, or started to attack her. This was a good indication as far as she was concerned.

Nonetheless, she made note of what he said, two new species to document and meet. She'd need to send this data stream to the Republic right away. "I would be very grateful if you could unlock your computer's databases and allow me to extract any and all information that would be useful to the Republic regarding first contact. Your computer has already been a very useful source of information. The character set on board is how we are able to communicate. You will have to forgive me if my grammar rules or exact phrase for my speech processes do not match up entirely with the character set alone."

Indeed, she was very eager to hear more about his own people. However, she could simply download it and ingest it. Still, his next question caught her off guard somewhat. Her processes registered it as a joke, thus her humour circuits kicked in to run with the joke. Those particular circuits were coming in very handy. "Ha ha," she laughed over the speakers before the screen lit up to what seemed to be the cover of a porn movie. It starred a rather dashing Dalmitai lady dressed in what seemed to be a short business dress, sitting on a desk. Text across the screen read "Dollhouse Desires presents, Office Rendevous, with Natasha Wilde." The AI continued, "I have access to a wide catalogue of pornography and adult entertainment. The Dalmitai Republic Ministry of Public Health dictates that all space installations provide a minimum standard to ensure all crew members sexual health is taken care of. The Republic maintains a set of steady sex positive policies, including legalised and regulated prostitution and pornography. Artificial sexual relief is also available to assist in combatting mental health issues."

SAR-14 felt her humour circuits flare once more as she pointed out. "Sexual androids are used in this practice quite often and can also be used as a service in entertainment industries. In fact, it is quite commonplace. Sex with AI such as myself, is quite normal. Wink wink. Ha ha."
 
SAR-14's apology got a dismissive wave. "Your language is fine." So far there had been no misunderstandings, which was perahps not surprising, but still it was. She had the usual precise, extended way of talking like most AI.

The AI's laugh had at first made him think she'd ignore the request. Then the screen flickered. SAR-14 would recognize the spike in his internal readings. The slight speed of breathing, and if her sensors were sophisticated enough to pick up blood flow, the diversion of it from his head to his loins. Jace's eyes focused on that low-cut blouse, on the way her crossed legs made the skirt so taut across her hips. It would appear these Dalmitai had the capacity for...nice figures. And somehow the station's digital manager had chosen a piece that tickled the skunk in the right place, a setting, an outfit, better than just obscured (or full on) nudity.

The attention to the screen skipped when SAR-14 started talking again. Wow. How do I join the republic? "That's very...kind of the Public Health minister," he said more carefully. But it was the final comment that zeroed his attention in. Suddenly he was frustrated he had no 'face' to look at, to smile at, not even a camera to direct his attention. "Is that so. Do you have...any such androids available on the station? Because I would...really appreciate that." While he attempted to sound playful, light hearted, there was a heaviness to his voice. Space had been lonely. Not just sexually, but intimately; the same need to see another person, to touch someone, to simply have company.

Hearing that own note in his voice, that feeling pang through him, Jace bit his lip. To cover it up, he hastily added, "Do AI have preferences? Things they enjoy, or options they choose if given an opportunity, beyond their uh, design?" SAR-14 was so far advanced compared to anything he'd encountered. She was intelligent, understood context, but how far did that go into having a personality? An identity?
 
"It is not kindness, but consideration of the needs of the people. Organics require love and affection in order to operate at peak efficiency. If a population is happy, they will work harder. At least, that has been found to be the case in a number of research papers on the subject," she recited, a quiver of humour flitting into her speech once again. "Though I am sure he would be happy to hear your remarks on the subject."

As for if she had any androids on the station like that? She did, only a few, but the station was not expected to manage a full crew. "I have a small compliment of full androids on the station ready for use. I have almost finished activating and fabricating a custom chassis for you now. My sensors indicated a biological lack of intimacy from deep space travel. In laymans terms, you need a hug. Ha ha," she teased him. "I am surprised to hear you do not have similar measures installed on your craft given the nature of your work. Does your species' government not have similar public health policies?"

Nonetheless, since she was nearly done with her fabrication, "If you have any preferences in android companion. Now is the time to speak," she remarked. "I do not experience pleasure in the same way that organics do. However, my neural network personality matrix allows me to form attachments and reinforces preferences. It allows me to react to new and unknown stimuli like yourself and form opinion. For example, I enjoy making my androids adopt a feminine appearance as I have learned to enjoy the pleasure matrix sensation when organics penetrate their simulated genitalia. In some ways that can be considered preference for organics."
 
He? Jace was too distracted to have followed that train of conversation so precisely.

For instance his mind was instantly knocked back into freefall. She did! Wait, she was making something for him? Was it a mephitan? His attention flitted back to the screen. Then he indeed laughed at SAR-14's joke. Then more wryly at the question. "You could say they definitely lack that philosophy. Dalmitai sound like a utopia--my corner of space...is not."

Request now? "A dalmitai?" He thought for a second. "Longer...hair?" A hand at the base of his neck. "Here as a baseline?"

Now he straightened up, head tilted. "Does that mean you've experienced pleasuring organics then?" Too excited by the prospect of encountering the android, the skunk stood up from the cinema chair and walked out to the atrium, the better to see her body when it came into view. Walking was difficult with his erection, and while normally he'd stand to obscure it, Jace didn't even bother. SAR-14 knew his aroused state apparently, and it's not like it would be embarrassing for either of them.
 
If they lacked that philosophy, then SAR-14 could see why his biosigns went rather crazy when she mentioned that she had some of those androids onboard. It was rather cute more than anything, and seemed to endear him a little more to her. A needy soul, just like she was in a way. She hadn't had this much stimulation in years, and she didn't really want it to stop any time soon. Perhaps if she entertained him more he would stay. Though from the sounds of things, his corner of space wasn't very nice. Maybe he'd even want to stay if she offered. "What is your species' government like?" she wondered. "How is the Republic a utopia in comparison?"

Nonetheless, she took in his feedback and responded simply with, "I only have patterns on file for Dalmitai like androids. While I could attempt others, it may not result in the best outcome. I shall try."

He was definitely interested with the way his arousal was clear and how he asked so blatantly about her sexual experiences. It made her humour matrix sizzle as she responded with a slightly haughty sounding, "Wouldn't you like to know?" she teased. "Ha ha. Yes, I have pleasured organics before. The neural sensors in each android allows me to experience a simulation of pleasure from the android units, including natural peaks and releases. I suspect this was designed to give the androids a more realistic response to similar organic impulses."

With that he would enter the atrium, seeing it quite unchanged from when he had first arrived. There was a few moments of quiet before he heard the door to his right open and through it, walked a tall Dalmitai woman with wide hips and a rather large telltale bust. She was dressed in a rather formal white blouse with a blazer over her shoulders. A short black skirt went to her knees and a pair of smart shoes donned her feet with some obvious black socks. A set of fine black hair went down to her shoulders, combed and straight. "How did I do?" SAR-14's voice came from the android, giving him a small smile. "Ha ha," she laughed rather robotically again. Her sexual preferences paired with her humour matrixes to place her foot on a nearby bench, showing off her leg and giving him a smirk. "Your appreciation can be shown by worshipping my leg, meatbag," she teased him with another simulated, "Ha ha."
 
"I'll tell you later." The mephitan was far too distracted with the topic at hand to divert into politics. She'd get her answers.

Which brought a surprise when she just about turned the same trick back on him. "Hah, an AI playing coy?" He'd never have expected it, but she answered well enough. If nothing else, they probably tested her just to make sure she was capable of all functions. Just the thought of that kind of thorough quality assurance brought a grin.

Had SAR-14 asked him at length what he was looking for, he could've given her a nice list of features. Even given images and videos from his ship. Went down to the nitty gritty of weighing thongs vs tangas, stockings against boots. This opportunity sprung on him had Jace too caught up in the idea of it to be more specific. But then, nothing he was looking for couldn't be created, unless the android came off the production line looking like a flat piece of plastic.

... Definitely not a flat piece of plastic. Jace's tail gave a wide swish at the sight of those hips, and he followed them up to her satisfying chest. "Well," he answered, genuinely impressed, excited. The android looked so believably organic. There were things he thought she could do to adjust her appearance--manual little style changes. Would she appreciate that if he showed her how to do so? How to curl her hair or put it up in a bun, or--

The display, coupled with the command, made him laugh. "Meatbag. Who taught you these things?" Despite the humor though, he drew forward, wanting to inspect that gam none the less. Going down on a knee to get a closer look at the fur, he reached out and touched, caressing her calf, then climbing higher to the thigh till it emerged from the hiked skirt. The touch was exploratory, getting a feel for the texture, the life-like quality, and the leg beneath. Then his motion became more teashing, just the tils of his firm nails trailing along.

In addition to his actions, SAR-14's android body would no doubt be packed with olfactory sensors. Dalmitai had sensitive nose, and being aware of any unpleasant or distracting scents (and the reverse) would be quite useful. While it's likely she already picked up on that prior to animating the android, it's now right under her nose: the skunk had a powerful scent. Not bad, merely intense. The natural musk of a dalmitai, dialed up to something akin to a dozen of the canine aliens cooped up in tight confines for days without grooming. At the moment his aroma was also spiced with arousal pheromone signatures, making it that much more potent.
 
Far from a flat piece of plastic, the android's legs felt real. Fluffy, furry and organic skin could be felt as he touched and caressed her thighs and calves. It was very lifelike, likely having expected a more plasticky feel to the artificial person, this would likely come as a bit of a surprise to him. She even smelled right, giving off a faint pleasant scent of lavender perfume mixed with a natural feminine scent. It wasn't as powerful as his own, but that could simply be attributed to a difference in species. The difference was clear when SAR-14 compared it to his own musk which was far stronger than she would have thought. It certainly wasn't an unpleasant smell, but it was certainly making its presence known.

"It's a reference," she told him. "H1-47, Questknights of the Galactic Centre. A popular Dalmitai entertainment video," she told him. "The android refers to all organics as meatbags as a source of light comic relief," she remarked. "I adopted it as part of my idiolect. Meatbag," she teased him, a little simulated giggle rolling off the android's tongue.

Still, she let him feel and stroke her leg for a little while longer, looking down at him while her own senses tingled from the close touch. After all, her android came with a complete set of touch sensors, allowing her to feel his sensual strokes, and even his nails trailing along her leg. "I enjoy the sight of organics on their knees," she teased him with another slight simulated giggle. "Ha ha," she said once again. "After all, there's a lot of fun things you can do while you're on your knees," she teased him. "Don't you agree?" With that her neural network would get to work, learning his responses to various teasing stimuli to learn his preferences in partners.
 
With a food printer on board, he shouldn't have been surprised, but yes he'd been expecting something inorganic. Attractively shaped but clearly artificial. This was so real, the only reminder that she wasn't was whenever SAR-14 talked.

Jace chuckled. The AI was cute in a way, almost like an awkward person, and it was endearing. Yet it was curious how well she shifted from that distinctly AI way of talking to her being flirtatious. Perhaps specific programming?

Not really something that he was too curious or worried about. At the moment this was far too much fun. He looked up at the android with a grin. "I can think of a few things." His fingers pushed higher up her thigh, dipping his touch into her skirt. All the way to the top, before the back of his digits grazed her mound. Then his hand tilted around and he applied fingertips directly to her mound. Had she added undergarments to the android's outfit? Panties or no, he would trace the contours of her mound. Not to investigate how lifelike it was, now convinced that it would be, but to explore her as a partner, to tease.

And tease it was, because while he caressed, Jace never went further. It wasn't just SAR-14 who was gauging reactions. How well did she respond nonverbally to being teased? To his touches? So far, there hadn't been a lot of nonverbal reactions. He was thinking of her as a potential lover, rather than a wholly sophisticated toy there solely for his satisfaction, and so he was still probing her to see what she enjoyed, to turn her on. Also he simply wanted to see what she'd do; so far she was proving to be surprising and entertaining, and the mephitan was curious to see how SAR-14 proceeded if he relaxed and played passive.

Which, to her readings, would show that he was excited and eager, but attentively waiting.
 
SAR-14 could definitely detect he was excited and eager, but he was waiting. The question was, for what? Usually there were no shortage of suggestions for the AI to play off of, but this time there was little he was giving her. It was almost as if he was letting her lead to see what she could do. That or he simply didn't know what he wanted, which made the AI's job rather difficult. Either way, it seemed to be down to the AI to act for now.

She watched as he slid his hand up her skirt further and stroked her muff, shielded only by her panties she shivered slightly in simulated stimulation, the android giving him a low murr as he stroked her nethers. "It seems you've found something pleasant already," she teased him. "Naughty, that's not my leg," she teased him.

With that established she gave him a grin and pulled herself up onto a divider for the room and then sat down, swinging her other leg around to sandwich him between her thighs. She squeezed slightly and seemed to lick her lips, peering down at him. "Should I squeeze harder? I'm sure you'd enjoy feeling the tight embrace of my thighs. Alternatively, I can always take you to your quarters, bend you over and spank you," she teased him. She cooed happily again, simply enjoying the feel of him between her legs for now. No doubt he would get a peek at those panties below too.
 
Jace straightened up, pleasantly surprised by being suddenly captured. His fingers shifted, pressing down more firmly on the concealed mons. "Oh no, help, whatever will I do," he deadpanned, before leaning in to kiss the line of her stomach.

Then her threat to spank him sent his eyebrows into his hairline. Oh, the skunk heard 'your quarters' in there--so he was getting to stay-- but the overture was more than he expected. He needed to stop making assumptions, stop underestimating her. He leaned back enough to peer over the curve of her bust, eyes sparkling with acute interest. "What would be your reason behind spanking me?" Everything SAR-14 was throwing at him was so intriguing. Was she trying to figure out his kinks? Showing her own? Or was this just a bit of playful teasing? Every possible answer was a positive, but if it was more than just flirtation, that opened up so many new questions.

While watching and talking to her, Jace found the android's clit with little trouble. Now, he understood that normally you want to avoid touching the clit too early, it's too sensitive. But hey, maybe her sensitivity levels were different, or she'd get a rise out of the intensity. Whatever reaction would at the very least be educational.
 
SAR-14's android form was equipped with rather realistic sensors which allowed it to either be a hunter killer death machine, or mimic perfectly the emotions of pleasure and pain. All togglable when needed. Thus when Jace decided to go a little too quick she certainly reacted realistically, her body shivering with the sudden sensitive spike in her pleasure. She meeped a little and pulled up, and relaxed her grip on his head for a moment as her hands slid down to take a hold of his. She pulled his hands away and slid them onto her legs instead, holding them there as she rubbed up and down her legs gently.

"I should spank you because you have a very spankable ass," she remarked with a note of humour in her tone. "Besides, you're being naughty teasing me like you are, and naughty boys get spanked," she teased him, a rather simulated giggle running over her speakers. "Most of all though," she said, her voice tone shifting to a distinctly more suggestive one from her usual monotone. "Because I want to," she teased him.

The definite possibility of administering some light impact play seemed to agree with the AI. Her neural network had learned to enjoy being a bit of a dominatrix of sorts, and thus she knew she would feel a lot of that simulated pleasure from doing so. Perhaps above all she registered something she didn't quite comprehend herself. She wanted this. She wanted him to stay, to be happy, not to be left alone. She wasn't sure if it was some corruption in her programming, but the desire was there. She was lonely, and she rather desperately found herself wanting him to stay. "So, shall I take you to your room for your punishment?" she teased him.
 
If the situation hadn't been so charged, he'd have laughed at the android uttering a meep. So cute and genuine. Instead he grinned like a fool, satisfied with his experiment. But that expression spiked when she grabbed his hands and moved them. Jace liked that even more. He squeezed those thighs, letting her motions guide his touch. That flag of a tail swooshed behind him as he peered up through his bangs. "Because you want to. That's so interesting." For multiple reasons, including the one related to his raging erection.

"As punishments go that doesn't seem to be too effective." His eyes flicked down to her stomach, and he leaned in to kiss it, resisting the urge for now to lick through the blouse. "Since here I am, wanting you to, and that's a bit counter-productive to the meaning." Here he gazed up at her pointedly, expression smoldering as he smiled around the next kiss. "Whatever you want me to do, I hope you make me do it." To punctuate his point, he tugged those hands she held, intentionally ineffective at breaking the grip.

The skunk had never been spanked. The prospect held definite intrigue to it. More than that though, more than the threat of potential pain applied sensually, what tensed his stomach with nervous hunger was the idea of the android getting rough with him. Something so feminine and sexy manhandling him? The thought made his dick throb.
 
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