Cella
Spectator
In Orbit Around Scapus B-c
My ship has been orbiting the planet for nearly a month as Sven and I conduct a variety of electronic and drone surveys in preparation for my going down to the surface. This planet is the rare truly Earth-like world: nearly identical in mass, type of atmosphere, amount of water on the surface, mean temperatures, magnetic field intensity, seismic activity, the cycle of seasons and so on. It even has an over-sized moon like Earth does. Though officially designated Scapus B-c (the letter “c” for indicating its position as the third planet out from its sun, the star Scapus B) I prefer to give it a slightly naughty nickname: “Pus-c.”
Pus-c is, as expected, full of life. Drone images show herds of strange animals and the predators that hunt them. Enormous creatures, far larger than Earth’s mightiest blue whales, swim in the oceans and the skies are filled with all sorts of flying things. Soil samples returned by drones show an amazing variety of microscopic life with biochemistries remarkably similar to what is found on earth. Yes! This planet is alive! Wonderfully, luxuriantly so! It will surely be colonized, as long as there are no signs of intelligent life. As of yet there aren’t any, though it will take me—and maybe both of my androids—time on the surface to determine that. But I’m not betting that we’ll find anything intelligent. Humanity has yet to find any signs of intelligent life anywhere in the universe. No electronic emissions or physical evidence of any sort. Plenty of examples of social-intelligence that you find in hive or colony organisms (like the pseudo-arachnid cave spiders on Slogush V—ugh!), but nothing showing true, individual awareness with a tool-making capability. Nothing capable of building even a simple hut, crafting a wheel, or broadcasting even so much as an old-time radio signal, much less sending spaceships to distant planets. By that threshold standard we humans seem to be alone in a universe designed just for ourselves. Now that’s something to ponder.
Since its discovery nearly 250 years ago by an Earth-orbiting terrestrial planet finder, Pus-c has been a prime target for human exploration. But at over 900 light years’ distance from Earth its exploration by other than telescopic investigations had not been possible. Early in this century, though, a workable faster-than-light (FTL) propulsion system—that didn’t kill the crew of the ship—was finally perfected to the point that travel times to stars have been reduced from hundreds or thousands of years to mere years. The trip from Earth to the Scapus system took me about 16 months in a scout ship fitted to the most powerful FTL drive available. Scout ships are built for speed, unlike the more lumbering military and colony vessels, so the crew had to be cut to one human—me—and two android crew members to save on life support requirements. I activated Sven just before departure and left the other in its tank to meet future needs. Androids have a fraction of the life-support needs of a human and function very capably in specialized roles. What they lack in originality of thought and creativity they more than make up for in their universal utility, focus and perseverance.
Scapus B is part of a binary system that includes a G2Vcompanion star just slightly more massive than Earth’s sun. Scapus A and B orbit each other at an extreme distance of 52 AU and no closer than 24 AU according to calculations made from Earth as well as from closer observations since my ship entered the system. Fortunately, their wide separation ensures their respective planetary systems are stable. The Scapus A-B system is slightly older than Earth’s solar system—at about 5 billion years old compared to Earth’s system at 4.6 billion years. Both stars are stable; Scapus B especially so since as a K-type low mass dwarf it will remain stable for billions of years after its brighter, more massive G-type companion begins to grow even hotter and makes life impossible on its Earth-like planet. But that is all in the unimaginably far-distant future. For the current purpose of human colonization, both stars have at least one planet with potential. After finishing here I’ll take the ship to Scapus A and investigate the larger super-Earth planet orbiting in its habitable zone. Super-Earths, though, have not proven to be particularly good candidates for colonization. The super-Earth in the A system has a mass nearly twice that of Earth and 1.6 times its radius. We’ll see, though, when I get there. In all, my voyage to the Scapus binary system, with exploration of the two possibly habitable planets, a survey of other planets in the two systems, and return to Tau Ceti will take five years.
Now, a sixteen-month trip in the close confines of a deep-space exploratory ship might seem unbearable to most people, but I had a certain amenity installed to help ease my loneliness. Every single-man ship, such as mine, includes two android crew members that can be configured by the pilot according to her specifications—and anticipated needs. Both of my androids are of the latest generation that can be made to appear and behave perfectly human. Physically, the android I named Sven is designed. . . shall we say . . . to pleasure me. Yes! My ruggedly handsome artificial human comes with the kind of lean, rangy muscular physique that in a real man makes me instantly wet. But, looks aren't everything, are they? My boy-bot is also extremely well hung. His cock, a wonder of late-23rd century biomechanical engineering, feels for all the world like a real human penis. I ordered his cock circumcised and obviously longer and meatier than the standard male appendage. (He may forever ruin me for the attention of human males!) Because I hate the look of saggy scrotums, his ball sac is always just high and tight enough to suit my preference. It’s just what a lonely girl needs on a long spaceflight when she’s cut off from all human contact.
Though completely artificial, Sven is programmed to behave as a smart, warm, and loving companion who responds to my moods as well—if not better—than some of my past boyfriends and one ex-husband. He just seems to know when I need to be listened to, when I need to be held, and, most importantly, when I need to be fucked! Which is often! (I know it’s just his sophisticated programming, but he seems genuinely concerned about me.) Sven’s body temperature—though normally rather cool—can be elevated to that of a human’s. He can even be made to perspire with exertion. Androids have no need to breathe but they can be programmed to do so to make them appear more human. The whole sexual experience with Sven, though, as human as he appears, would seem more like just masturbation with a large sex toy (which is what he really is, I suppose) than actual human sex if he didn’t appear to be breathing and have a variable heartbeat. It would be kind of creepy to be having sex with a non-breathing being. Might as well be fucking a corpse! Much of the sensuality of sex is in feeling a hot breath and a wet tongue on your neck and your pussy and hearing your partner’s breathing become rapid and deep as he approaches orgasm. Sven is sophisticated enough to meet those needs.
A lot of women would consider it more than creepy to have an android “ejaculate” into her, as Sven is designed to do. Artificial semen sounds gross (it's just an inert proteinaceous material doped with some drugs to make me feel good) but it surely completes the sex act to have to clean up the mess left behind by even an artificial man. If it sounds revolting to you, try spending 16 long months in the utter blandness of hyperspace, much less facing the same tedious months on the homebound trip. Sex with an android soon begins to sound better and better than no sex at all--and quite normal given the circumstances! Of course, Sven has more important duties than simply to keep me contented; he is the primary AI that monitors all the ship systems and has crucial astrogating responsibilities. Without Sven’s help I’d be lonely and horny all the time as well as worked to exhaustion!
My second android—configured as a female—I’ve left in its tank for now, to be activated as needed. I didn’t order it configured so; it was just available at the time and it made no sense to delay my departure waiting for a standard model. Most androids are androgynous in appearance and have nothing representing external genitalia or breasts. If they do it’s at the request of their owners. Whoever ordered this droid as female got the whole package! Tall, shapely, full-breasted, blue-eyed, long blonde hair (of course!), a beautiful face, and very realistic genitalia (yes, I looked!). Despite outward appearances, any android can be programmed to perform any task, so I wasn’t losing any potential usefulness with this one. But if she wasn’t ordered as a sex-droid I’ll eat an Andorran slug-worm—head first!
Of course, I inevitably compare myself to the female droid and come up feeling inadequate. I have no reason to do so. She’s really nothing more than a programmable machine, whereas I’m a fucking smart, loving, human female with three Ph. D’s—theoretical physics, bioengineering, and astrogeology—and with skills and competency enough to be entrusted with a multi-trillion-dollar hyperdrive starship. I’m military-grade physically fit, curvy enough in the right places, deadly with all sorts of weapons, and—though not glamorous—attractive enough to have never lacked for my share of alpha-male attention and lovers. (It must be my wonderful, girlish personality!) Would I liked to have had that killer figure and those great tits? Yes, I admit, it would have been different for me if I had them naturally. But perhaps I would never have developed all my other talents to the degrees I have. Besides, I adhere to an all-natural body philosophy (which is becoming more and more popular among highly-educated, professional women such as yours truly) and have never seriously considered body-sculpting, implants, or other bioengineered products to enhance my appearance. Many men find all-natural women to be especially desirable in a society that puts so much emphasis of body modifications that rarely make you any more truly feminine in appearance or behavior. And I love men—really, really love men—who find me desirable. Yeah, I could’ve bought a fancy pair of big, realistic-looking tits, but it would not have been me. I’m just a woman happy and content with what nature gave her.
I'll probably activate the female droid on the voyage home if she’s not needed sooner. It’ll give me a chance to get some rejuvenating deep-sleep time and maybe an escape from boredom to leave the droids in charge of the ship. I mean, Sven is wonderful and all, but he doesn’t truly have the presence of a living, breathing human male—with all the attendant good and wonderfully irritating things that come with having a real man around the house, so to speak—no matter how good his programming. When I get home I'll be ready and anxious to get some real men between my legs. Hope all my favorite guys will still be available.
But . . . if I get to feeling especially adventurous, I might activate the bitch-bot sooner than later. Never had a threesome before. Perhaps it’s time I explore some of my deeper urges. And she is very attractive . . . and programmable.
But no time for that right now. Tomorrow I go down to the planet!
My ship has been orbiting the planet for nearly a month as Sven and I conduct a variety of electronic and drone surveys in preparation for my going down to the surface. This planet is the rare truly Earth-like world: nearly identical in mass, type of atmosphere, amount of water on the surface, mean temperatures, magnetic field intensity, seismic activity, the cycle of seasons and so on. It even has an over-sized moon like Earth does. Though officially designated Scapus B-c (the letter “c” for indicating its position as the third planet out from its sun, the star Scapus B) I prefer to give it a slightly naughty nickname: “Pus-c.”
Pus-c is, as expected, full of life. Drone images show herds of strange animals and the predators that hunt them. Enormous creatures, far larger than Earth’s mightiest blue whales, swim in the oceans and the skies are filled with all sorts of flying things. Soil samples returned by drones show an amazing variety of microscopic life with biochemistries remarkably similar to what is found on earth. Yes! This planet is alive! Wonderfully, luxuriantly so! It will surely be colonized, as long as there are no signs of intelligent life. As of yet there aren’t any, though it will take me—and maybe both of my androids—time on the surface to determine that. But I’m not betting that we’ll find anything intelligent. Humanity has yet to find any signs of intelligent life anywhere in the universe. No electronic emissions or physical evidence of any sort. Plenty of examples of social-intelligence that you find in hive or colony organisms (like the pseudo-arachnid cave spiders on Slogush V—ugh!), but nothing showing true, individual awareness with a tool-making capability. Nothing capable of building even a simple hut, crafting a wheel, or broadcasting even so much as an old-time radio signal, much less sending spaceships to distant planets. By that threshold standard we humans seem to be alone in a universe designed just for ourselves. Now that’s something to ponder.
Since its discovery nearly 250 years ago by an Earth-orbiting terrestrial planet finder, Pus-c has been a prime target for human exploration. But at over 900 light years’ distance from Earth its exploration by other than telescopic investigations had not been possible. Early in this century, though, a workable faster-than-light (FTL) propulsion system—that didn’t kill the crew of the ship—was finally perfected to the point that travel times to stars have been reduced from hundreds or thousands of years to mere years. The trip from Earth to the Scapus system took me about 16 months in a scout ship fitted to the most powerful FTL drive available. Scout ships are built for speed, unlike the more lumbering military and colony vessels, so the crew had to be cut to one human—me—and two android crew members to save on life support requirements. I activated Sven just before departure and left the other in its tank to meet future needs. Androids have a fraction of the life-support needs of a human and function very capably in specialized roles. What they lack in originality of thought and creativity they more than make up for in their universal utility, focus and perseverance.
Scapus B is part of a binary system that includes a G2Vcompanion star just slightly more massive than Earth’s sun. Scapus A and B orbit each other at an extreme distance of 52 AU and no closer than 24 AU according to calculations made from Earth as well as from closer observations since my ship entered the system. Fortunately, their wide separation ensures their respective planetary systems are stable. The Scapus A-B system is slightly older than Earth’s solar system—at about 5 billion years old compared to Earth’s system at 4.6 billion years. Both stars are stable; Scapus B especially so since as a K-type low mass dwarf it will remain stable for billions of years after its brighter, more massive G-type companion begins to grow even hotter and makes life impossible on its Earth-like planet. But that is all in the unimaginably far-distant future. For the current purpose of human colonization, both stars have at least one planet with potential. After finishing here I’ll take the ship to Scapus A and investigate the larger super-Earth planet orbiting in its habitable zone. Super-Earths, though, have not proven to be particularly good candidates for colonization. The super-Earth in the A system has a mass nearly twice that of Earth and 1.6 times its radius. We’ll see, though, when I get there. In all, my voyage to the Scapus binary system, with exploration of the two possibly habitable planets, a survey of other planets in the two systems, and return to Tau Ceti will take five years.
Now, a sixteen-month trip in the close confines of a deep-space exploratory ship might seem unbearable to most people, but I had a certain amenity installed to help ease my loneliness. Every single-man ship, such as mine, includes two android crew members that can be configured by the pilot according to her specifications—and anticipated needs. Both of my androids are of the latest generation that can be made to appear and behave perfectly human. Physically, the android I named Sven is designed. . . shall we say . . . to pleasure me. Yes! My ruggedly handsome artificial human comes with the kind of lean, rangy muscular physique that in a real man makes me instantly wet. But, looks aren't everything, are they? My boy-bot is also extremely well hung. His cock, a wonder of late-23rd century biomechanical engineering, feels for all the world like a real human penis. I ordered his cock circumcised and obviously longer and meatier than the standard male appendage. (He may forever ruin me for the attention of human males!) Because I hate the look of saggy scrotums, his ball sac is always just high and tight enough to suit my preference. It’s just what a lonely girl needs on a long spaceflight when she’s cut off from all human contact.
Though completely artificial, Sven is programmed to behave as a smart, warm, and loving companion who responds to my moods as well—if not better—than some of my past boyfriends and one ex-husband. He just seems to know when I need to be listened to, when I need to be held, and, most importantly, when I need to be fucked! Which is often! (I know it’s just his sophisticated programming, but he seems genuinely concerned about me.) Sven’s body temperature—though normally rather cool—can be elevated to that of a human’s. He can even be made to perspire with exertion. Androids have no need to breathe but they can be programmed to do so to make them appear more human. The whole sexual experience with Sven, though, as human as he appears, would seem more like just masturbation with a large sex toy (which is what he really is, I suppose) than actual human sex if he didn’t appear to be breathing and have a variable heartbeat. It would be kind of creepy to be having sex with a non-breathing being. Might as well be fucking a corpse! Much of the sensuality of sex is in feeling a hot breath and a wet tongue on your neck and your pussy and hearing your partner’s breathing become rapid and deep as he approaches orgasm. Sven is sophisticated enough to meet those needs.
A lot of women would consider it more than creepy to have an android “ejaculate” into her, as Sven is designed to do. Artificial semen sounds gross (it's just an inert proteinaceous material doped with some drugs to make me feel good) but it surely completes the sex act to have to clean up the mess left behind by even an artificial man. If it sounds revolting to you, try spending 16 long months in the utter blandness of hyperspace, much less facing the same tedious months on the homebound trip. Sex with an android soon begins to sound better and better than no sex at all--and quite normal given the circumstances! Of course, Sven has more important duties than simply to keep me contented; he is the primary AI that monitors all the ship systems and has crucial astrogating responsibilities. Without Sven’s help I’d be lonely and horny all the time as well as worked to exhaustion!
My second android—configured as a female—I’ve left in its tank for now, to be activated as needed. I didn’t order it configured so; it was just available at the time and it made no sense to delay my departure waiting for a standard model. Most androids are androgynous in appearance and have nothing representing external genitalia or breasts. If they do it’s at the request of their owners. Whoever ordered this droid as female got the whole package! Tall, shapely, full-breasted, blue-eyed, long blonde hair (of course!), a beautiful face, and very realistic genitalia (yes, I looked!). Despite outward appearances, any android can be programmed to perform any task, so I wasn’t losing any potential usefulness with this one. But if she wasn’t ordered as a sex-droid I’ll eat an Andorran slug-worm—head first!
Of course, I inevitably compare myself to the female droid and come up feeling inadequate. I have no reason to do so. She’s really nothing more than a programmable machine, whereas I’m a fucking smart, loving, human female with three Ph. D’s—theoretical physics, bioengineering, and astrogeology—and with skills and competency enough to be entrusted with a multi-trillion-dollar hyperdrive starship. I’m military-grade physically fit, curvy enough in the right places, deadly with all sorts of weapons, and—though not glamorous—attractive enough to have never lacked for my share of alpha-male attention and lovers. (It must be my wonderful, girlish personality!) Would I liked to have had that killer figure and those great tits? Yes, I admit, it would have been different for me if I had them naturally. But perhaps I would never have developed all my other talents to the degrees I have. Besides, I adhere to an all-natural body philosophy (which is becoming more and more popular among highly-educated, professional women such as yours truly) and have never seriously considered body-sculpting, implants, or other bioengineered products to enhance my appearance. Many men find all-natural women to be especially desirable in a society that puts so much emphasis of body modifications that rarely make you any more truly feminine in appearance or behavior. And I love men—really, really love men—who find me desirable. Yeah, I could’ve bought a fancy pair of big, realistic-looking tits, but it would not have been me. I’m just a woman happy and content with what nature gave her.
I'll probably activate the female droid on the voyage home if she’s not needed sooner. It’ll give me a chance to get some rejuvenating deep-sleep time and maybe an escape from boredom to leave the droids in charge of the ship. I mean, Sven is wonderful and all, but he doesn’t truly have the presence of a living, breathing human male—with all the attendant good and wonderfully irritating things that come with having a real man around the house, so to speak—no matter how good his programming. When I get home I'll be ready and anxious to get some real men between my legs. Hope all my favorite guys will still be available.
But . . . if I get to feeling especially adventurous, I might activate the bitch-bot sooner than later. Never had a threesome before. Perhaps it’s time I explore some of my deeper urges. And she is very attractive . . . and programmable.
But no time for that right now. Tomorrow I go down to the planet!
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