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7
WEAPONS
Iwoke up in a big comfortable bed. I was warm with nice, thick blankets all over me. The room was dark, but a tiny little ray of sunlight peeked through a crack in the curtains. I was still on the alien ship, wasn’t I? Why were there curtains and sunlight?
I jolted up and blinked a few times. What had happened? The room had just appeared around me. It had gotten bigger, and then it had started filling itself in with decor and furniture. The furniture even had little trinkets and knickknacks on it, most of which looked like it was from Eden—but some of the stuff lookedhuman, but were things we’d never have on Eden. The toilet, for example, had a very strange extra piece on it that could be lifted up. When I lifted it up, it was impossible to sit down without falling into the toilet. It must have been the man’s version of a toilet. Overall, there were more Eden-looking things than non-Eden-looking things. It was like the ship had tried its best to guess what we would or wouldn’t have, but had missed the mark a few times.
It was a nice room. It felt comfortable, so long as I didn’t remember it was inside an alien ship, and that all the “Eden-looking stuff” in here was probably made by some spooky alien matter fabricator or something.
At least the Khetar hadn’t throw me into some kind of dungeon. They were trying to make me feel at home, even if Eden was no longer my home.
After the room had formed around me, the lights in the shower had pointedly turned up, and I’d taken a very warm, long, and pleasant shower. I’d wanted to plan and scheme, but instead I’d fallen asleep more or less instantly as soon as I’d gotten into bed.
And so here I was. I couldn’t tell how long I’d slept, but the artificial daylight was getting brighter. The window looked like something on Eden, including the scene outside, with a pleasantly rolling grassy hill covering all but a sliver of the rising sun. The whole scene was fake, I knew, but it looked completely real.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Please choose an outfit for breakfast,” a very pleasant,malevoice said.
I looked all around but saw no one. It was just the ship talking to me in a disembodied voice. The maleness of the voice jolted me back to how strange and raw this whole situation was to me. I wastainted. I was never going back to Eden. Not unless every other woman ended up getting tainted too.
“Who am I having breakfast with?” I asked, holding the covers up against my breasts, as if the ship cared if it saw me naked or not. With men, who knew really? Maybe the Khetardidprogram their ship AIs to be interested in my boobs? Or maybe it didn’t really care about me being naked, but it would photograph me naked to send out to other Khetar suitors? Was I already being set up with the Khetar scion? Thuliak had said we were “getting scions,” but somehow I hadn’t expected things to move so quickly. If I was being setup with a scion, I wanted to meet him in person. I didn’t want a creeper AI sending over images of me that I didn’t even know it had taken.
“You’ll be dining with Emissary and Airlock Eve,” the computer said.
“Oh,” I said, surprised at how disappointed my voice sounded. “When?”
“Once you’re dressed and ready.”
“What am I supposed to wear?”
“Whatever you’d like.”
My first instinct was just to ask it for some kind of “Eden-standard” outfit. Something that would be more or less invisible and unnoticeable to the other women. But I was tainted now, and it somehow felt wrong to dress like I was still part of Eden. Maybe I wanted to wear something else? But what?
“I don’t know what I want to wear.”
“The Lexikon has over 900 million entries for human female clothing.”
“Entries? Lexikon?”
“I can make these clothes for you. Please tell me what kind of mood you are in. Maybe we can narrow it down to 800 million? Haha.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Did you really just say ‘ha ha.’”
“I analyzed your current mood and thought humor would help you relax.”
“Funny. I’m feeling like…like I want to wear something that will make a Khetar warrior want to…”
I remembered once. Back to a particularly dirty gossip circle I’d been in. I didn’t think I’d even said two words during that circle, because this one woman had seemingly learned every single dirty word that had ever been used on Earth, Proximus, and Eridia, and one of those dirty words had really stuck out to me.
“I want to wear something that will make a Khetar warrior want tofuckme.”
I’d tried to say it casually, but I’d stumbled on the new word a little bit. I was worried it didn’t mean what I thought it meant, but the ship’s response made me sure I was right about it.
“I see,” it said, “and which body part would you most like to accentuate?”
Which body part? Goddess. A whole newworldwas opening up to me. A world where sex was not just allowed, but encouraged! What I wore was no longer just about how comfortable it felt, or how professional it looked, or how much discharge from a plasma blast it could quantum-cool before the plasma melted through my tits, it was also about how it made men want tofuckme. It was thrilling!
