Chapter 2

I’d managed to get myself extracted as a concubine, but it was a small victory and a big step, in my mind. I had a few ideas, but at that point I wasn’t entirely certain how to proceed. I knew one thing, though. I would have to act quickly.

I was probably only unconscious for a few minutes, even moments, before the onboard AI called out, "Jennifer, report to the med station and bring one concubine for treatments and augmentation. When the current influx of passengers slows down, you will be notified so you may bring your other concubines for augmentation." I was only slightly sluggish before rolling off of my sponsor, giving her room to get up.

Jennifer stood and looked over the three of us, myself still nude, and nodded to Vanessa. My guess was that she looked like she could use the augmentations the most. "Alright, pets, don’t get into any trouble while I’m out," Jennifer said with a smile, the look on her face indicating that she didn’t expect us to. I smiled back a bit and waved before she left the pod, with Vanessa in tow.

As soon as the door closed, I reached for my backpack, knowing that I had very limited time. As I pulled it out, though, Kim made her way over to me from the seat she’d been sitting in after Jennifer had cut off her giving me a blow job. "Ryan," she said softly, a lustful look in her eyes as I glanced up, "I’d really like to finish what we started..." she said, letting the words hang there.

Before life became serious, before the Sa’arm and everything it brought with it, I wouldn’t have hesitated to go to bed with such a hot little number as Kim. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not shallow, but I’m not one to pass up a good thing, either. Now, however, I had to think about it. My laptop only had so much battery time, and I didn’t see any plugs of any sort that would work with my cord. That was one of the things I’d have to find a way around very quickly. On the other hand, I hadn’t started it up yet. I ground my teeth a moment, mulling it over in my head. Fuck it, I thought.

"Fair enough." I said, smiling at Kim. I was still nude, but she had on the smock, which she was very adept at shedding quickly, evidently. Her body was, by any measure, a pleasure for the eye. Of course, that’s not to say her body wasn’t also a pleasure for the hands, the tongue, etc. She was five foot two and looked to be maybe a hundred twenty, with perky, milky white B-cup breasts, only slightly darker nipples, and blond hair falling over them in places.

She pushed her hair back over her shoulders, where it reluctantly rested, and made her way toward me, taking slow, tentative steps. Of course, it was all an act. The look in her blue eyes said she wanted to fuck, and wanted it now. I could literally see her juices dribbling down from her tight cunny as she crawled up on the bed, while I leaned back. She lowered her lips to the head of my dick, which was already swelling with readiness. She skillfully slipped it down her mouth and throat, then swung herself around, the sensation of my cock swiveling in her mouth something I’d never dreamed of before. I moaned out, only to find Kim’s pussy in my face, which I was quick to oblige with a series of quick, nearly desperate licks.

I let my tongue delve deeper into her slit, spurred on as she sucked on my swollen member, swirling her tongue around the base while the tip was down her throat. I didn’t even bother thinking about how much experience she had. I was wrapped up in the sensations, and her responses indicated that she was as well. It seemed like a veritable flood going into my mouth, and I had to pause every now and then to swallow the delicious nectar.

As wonderful as sixty-nining was, it would only last so long. I felt cool air on my throbbing cock as she pulled it from her throat before I noticed that she was pulling her wonderful haven from my face. She twisted around to a squatting position above my erect meat, drawing me to lean up on my arms to get a good look at the lovely sight of her poised, ready and wanting body. She rubbed her wet gash over my cock, drawing another moan from my lips. "Gods, yes..." I hissed my words, barely above a whisper. She didn’t tease me for long, though, and soon enough I felt her hot haven engulf my manhood.

I never had a problem eating a girl out. Oral sex was always nice. I’d only done anal a few times, but didn’t mind it. Intercourse, central as it was to the procreation of the species, was something I felt like I could never grow tired of, no matter how much my balls might protest a marathon. Kim’s sweet, sweet pussy was no exception, and was more than I thought it would be. That said a lot. Not only was she candy for the eye, velvet for the hands, but a pleasure for the cock.

She was tight as they came, and she moaned out like only a young girl could. "Mmmmm, hhmmm, iimmm!" she squealed and squeaked. She thrust down, twisted her hips, ground against me, pulled back and did it all again so fast I thought I was in heaven. It was sheer bliss, feeling her ample juices flowing over my pubic hair and soaking my meat. Her mouth was open just slightly, and she had to lick her lips every so often to keep from drooling.

I felt myself growing harder than I thought possible, her snatch holding onto me and milking me, begging me to cum. "Oh God yes!" she whined. "Fuck me! Cum in me!" she begged, driving her hips faster against me, twisting her hips on the way up and down. With a groan, I was happy to oblige, numerous thick ropes of cum exploding from my tip deep into her, filling her wanting body. She leaned forward, gasping loudly as her cunt clamped down on me like a velvet vise, milking my cock like it was food she’d been deprived of for weeks.

I fell back from my braced position, on my back, panting for air. I managed to think through the haze I can’t fall asleep now. I had things I needed to do, but Kim was all too happy to lie forward across me, her wonderful little breasts pressed to my chest. I slipped my arms around her back and exhaled a heavy breath, my eyes drifting closed against my will.

"That was wonderful..." I murmured. I forced my eyes open, took a deep breath, and guided Kim up. "I’m sorry, but I need to get something done while I have the chance." I moved her gently to the side to lie on the bed, feeling my member reluctantly slip from her. She curled around me to suck my cock clean, which I didn’t complain about. I even caught a look at her pussy, drooling my cum. I looked away, not out of disgust so much as trying to keep from getting aroused again.

"What do you need to do?" she asked curiously as I pulled away, reaching for my backpack. I opened it up without a word and pulled out my laptop, leaving the currently useless power cord inside. She looked quizzically at me, her head tilted to the side like a cat looking on something odd.

"Something I’m probably not supposed to," I muttered. I booted the computer up, and then got comfortable in a cross-legged position, pulling the laptop into my lap. I was quick to select Linux when it gave me the option. The only reason I had Windows on my computer was for gaming. It didn’t take long for the boot process to finish, and there was a ready and waiting version of Linux.

The first thing I did was check the wireless for signals. I got two signals, one of which was a constant, the other constantly fluctuating and beyond any measure of comprehension. The latter, I guessed, must be the AI. I wasn’t about to try to hack the AI. However, the other network seemed simple enough. The name displayed looked like a random selection of ASCII characters, which wasn’t surprising. I pulled up a quick password check program, which set about finding a way to get the network to talk back. It took half a second before it stated "Connection established to }?_ äc".

"Wonderful," I mused aloud. "An unprotected network." When I’d attempted to find what I could while back on earth, the security was tight, nearly impossible to get more than bits and pieces out of before getting locked out. Evidently, they did not expect any sort of intrusion from inside the ship. Bearing in mind that my connection would not likely go undetected for long, I set to work.

Now, the thing that most people would probably not realize, is that no matter how complex a system is, what language it’s written in, how it’s encoded, or however else it’s made, computer systems run off of a few very basic principles. And, Or, If, and Not. From there, you get 0’s and 1’s. Now, granted, a complex program will have millions or billions of 0’s and 1’s, but they are still the same thing. The difficult thing is making sense of them.

As it stood, I had no way of making sense of the 0’s and 1’s I now had access to. So, I stated up my anti-crapware program, and instructed it to scan the network. It started scanning the network for bits of mal-ware, and surprisingly came back with a few after less than a minute. The crap-ware, as it turned out, was in English, for the most part. They were small programs, designed mostly to data mine or to pop up advertisements. Closer examination of the programs revealed that they were designed for cell phones and I-phones, which would piggy back on any network they could find. I wasn’t the only one to ‘hack’ the network, but I was probably the only person to do it consciously. After finding about a dozen in total, my pet program cleaned them up and quarantined them, relocating them to an inactive zone on my computer.

Further investigation revealed that they caused no actual harm. They more or less were ‘stuck’ on the network, without anywhere to further infect. After carefully prying them apart like a surgeon, I figure out the network I had connected to was actually the ship itself. My guess was that the AIs had access to the ship network at will, but did not stay attuned to every aspect of it constantly. They probably only looked at it when certain conditions were met, an alert of sorts was sent to them, or they had a reason to alter things. Perhaps the AIs wanted to avoid boredom?

After scanning and cleaning the ship’s network, I sent the basic ‘get commands’ code, and a list of options scrolled down the screen, most also showing a random assortment of ASCII character that made no sense to me. At this point I must have been detected. A box from my firewall popped up, displaying the message "Network requesting private data. Allow?" My first instinct was to hit "No", but I hesitated. If I denied the network access to my computer, would it lock me out? Probably. If I allowed it, I figured, it would be able to make about as much sense as mine. I clicked the "Yes" button tentatively, and my computer suddenly slowed all process down to a crawl, and I could hear the hard drive revving as it was read thoroughly. After a minute the network finished scanning my computer, and seemed to be satisfied. I looked back to the list of commands, and was surprised to find one of them in English. "Translate" was the command, so I typed it into the prompt and hit enter. Much to my surprise, what I guessed to be the entire list of commands scrolled down again, this time in English.

I looked over them, blinking at how obvious it all seemed. Commands listings from Amenities to Weapons were on plain display before my eyes. I wasn’t interested in weapons at the moment, but Database caught my attention. Entering the prompt, I was rewarded with another list of subjects, including Races, treaties, ships, systems, technology, maps and a few more. I selected Maps and was assaulted with a series of maps of various galaxies, solar systems, star clusters, and everything else astronomical. They were somewhat beyond my comprehension. "This is too good to be true..." I muttered to myself.

Backing out to Database, I selected Races. Dozens of difference races I hadn’t the slightest clue how to pronounce dropped down, and of course among them was Sa’arm. I selected that, and was warned with a prompt. "This data is highly disturbing in nature, known to cause serious psychological damage. Viewing this content is not advised. Do you wish to continue?" I blinked at the warning, a brow raised. I typed the word yes, and hit enter. There was a brief delay before a long series of documents were listed on the screen. I started with Initial Contact and Findings. I must have read for an hour before a warning beep brought me back to my senses. I glanced down to the bottom right of the screen, where the battery icon was blinking, showing itself near empty.

"Fuck!" I hissed. I’d lost track of time. I backed out to the first list of commands available from the network, and selected Pods, then scanned a long list until I found one labeled Allocated: Jennifer Pensky. From there, I prompted for another list of commands, and selected Request Additions. Another very long list of commands, and I hit Control and F keys before typing in the word ‘power’. I was prompted for External or Internal and quickly selected Internal. What looked like a chat box opened, and the text above it read, "State Internal Power Addition request nature." I pulled the cord out of my backpack before looking back and typing "Solid Direct Current Connection, 18.5 Volts with 3.7 Amps output, 65 Watt range." I could hard wire the rest, given the connection. At least, I hoped that I could. After I hit Enter, it occurred to me that the system probably wouldn’t understand amps, watts, or volts. Then again, I couldn’t quite place why it had an English translation available.

Something just wasn’t right. I stared at the computer screen, waiting to see what the response would be. Finally, there came a reply. "Your request will be taken under consideration, Ryan. You are not a typical example of your race."

I waited a full minute, mindful of my already low battery. I swallowed hard before typing, "You are an AI, aren’t you?" I hit enter and waited for a response.

"Yes."

I ran my fingers through my hair, wracking my brain. Gods, I thought, for all my gifts, I was really an idiot after all. "You provided the translation option, didn’t you?"

"Yes."

I stared at the screen for several long minutes, the rest of the pod around me shut out. I wrapped my fingers across the keys, trying to think of what to say, what to type. I had gotten into the ship’s system, with the help, or perhaps permission would be more accurate, of an AI. "Why did you do it?" I finally, slowly, typed.

"Your voluntary sub-par CAP score had you flagged in the system. You were provided with a 6.4, as it was apparent you did not want to score 6.5. This has been a test. Further testing is warranted."

I felt like I was going to choke on a knot in my throat as my laptop started beeping, protesting the nearly dead batter. I hit the shut down button before closing it and slipping it back into my backpack. As I put it down and sighed heavily, the door to the pod slid open.

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