I laid there on my side with my eyes closed facing a snoring orc since he was probably my only threat in this cage I didn’t feel bad turning my back on the other. At least he was the only threat until the guards came back to take me to begin the blood interrogation.
Not really looking forward to whatever that was.
But for some reason, I was more concerned about what happened to me and why I had lost my memories. The dream that I just had felt so real that it had to be more than just a dream, it had to be a memory from my past. Although I’m was sure that it was I couldn’t just wait until I had enough dreams to piece together my past. Someone was probably waiting for me to return, or for me to save them. No, I needed to know as soon as possible who I was and where I came from, but first I had to get out of this cage.
“How do you have an open wound on your neck that does not bleed?” An inquisitive voice said from behind me.
My heart jumped, not just because what she said were unexpected, but because I literally felt the words on my neck. How did she even get this close without me noticing? But before I could turn around she grabbed my wrist and pulled it towards my chest. It also pulled her chest closer to my body, which reaffirmed my suspicions that she was female and also still nude like everyone else.
“Do not move so suddenly. Orcs usually wake up violent if their sleep is disturbed unexpectedly.” She told me.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy her proximity, it was the first pleasant feeling I had all day, but my mind started to process what she said about me having an open wound.
I slowly pulled my hand away from her so that I could check for myself. She didn’t resist, but she did place her hand on my chest and move her legs directly behind mine. Yet it didn’t feel entirely like she was trying to embracing me, it felt like she was preparing as if it was strategic positioning just in case.
Ignoring her I felt around my neck until I found what I was looking for. At the base of my skull, I discovered an opening no larger than my fingertips. I couldn’t quite place what it felt like until I thought of the odd messages I have been getting all day. It’s a port.
Panic started to set in, and I felt her tense up in response, but I didn’t care. This new evidence pointed towards me being an android. Androids are the only thing I know that’s shaped like a human and would need a port. The only problem with my theory is that I had free thought. Unless my thoughts were programmed responses, but responses this intricate would make me an AI, but all the ruling nations have a cutthroat policy against having mobile AI it was the only thing that they could agree on. I thought back to the ‘dream’, the station’s AI mentioned experiments wiping out almost the entirety of station. An experiment that dangerous had to be illegal. So it would be too early to rule out being an AI. It would also explain why I know everything I know about earth and random news, books, and culture. Yet somehow I can’t recall where I learned it. Since there are things I don’t know about math and science it means I was probably only activated because the other AI felt some type of loyalty towards me when the station was falling apart.
“What scares you? You must tame your heart to control your mind. Even Kalar children from Crisen know this. You must calm yourself. The last thing I am here to do is hurt you.” She lectured and assured me.
I ignored her. I couldn’t explain it, but the thought of being an android bothered me immensely. The thought of being manufactured scared me. It meant that I was someone’s lost property instead of a lost loved one. It meant that I was truly alone because no one would be waiting for something that’s easily replaced.
“What fear drives you? Is it the death that we all shall greet in the morning?” she asked interrupting me from my thoughts.
“It’s not death that I'm scared of,” I muttered.
“Then why should you be scared in life. The worst thing life can offer you is death, so why fear anything else? Where is your qwu’nar?” the word wasn’t verbally translated, but I received the mental understanding that it meant kill mate, or battle partner, which only add to my turmoil.
“I don’t have one, I don’t have anyone. I’m alone.”
I was alone since I first woke up by the river, but until now I held on to the hope that I was just lost. That someone was looking for me, or that somewhere out there someone was waiting to welcome me back.
“I am sorry to hear such news, but I am sure your clan or your qwu’nar would not want you to be sad in your final hours.” She said trying to comfort me. Not knowing my true afflictions.
My frustration started to build. Not because of her misunderstanding but because whoever made me design me to have these flaws these emotions. What purpose would it serve to give a fear or nervousness about being alone? The main purpose of an AI is to work when and where humans cannot. Mining for materials where it would be too expensive to keep a human workforce alive is the most common use for an AI and sending more than one AI to oversee drones would be a waste of resources. So, in essence, we were designed to be alone, but I didn’t think she would be able to understand any of it so I tried to keep it simple.
“I recently lost my memories, but I remember enough to know that I am not Kalar, I’m not a member of your people. I’m not sure if I am even human, or even alive for that matter.” I confessed.
She let out I sigh, which I also felt on the back of my neck. At least I could feel.
“Are you slow of mind? Here I thought you are worried about something important. Would you truly wish to waste our limited time complaining about a head wound?” she quietly fumed while removing her hand from my chest.
I turned around to face her.
The first thing that I noticed was her eyes. They were so brown that they were almost gold, and the red moonlight only added an ambience that increases my attraction to them. Her hair was long, but the sides of her head were shaved low enough to reveal markings that travel to her temples and down the bridge of her knows. Oddly enough the white markings worked well with her light brown skin. I guess some people might be put off by face tattoos, but with her, it only added to her exoticness.
She looked down and noticed a change in my anatomy. “You must be slow. I had my bosom press to your back this entire time, and you are only now calm enough to receive me?”
“What now?” I asked completely baffled.
“I only came over here for this, ” she said taking hold of my manhood simultaneously. “When I felt your heart I thought you suffered from something of major import. Yet you only lost your memories and your warrior's mohawk, so you are scared that you are no longer Kalar when even our enemies know that you are.” She told me as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
“It’s more complicated than that,” I argued not knowing how to explain, and probably wouldn't want to when I considered where her hand was.
“No, it is not. The whole world believes you are a strong honorable warrior. Even if you truly believe you are not, all you have to do is believe that you are, and then you would be no different from me.”
“Well, almost no different.” She gave my manhood a squeeze.
“Why me?” I almost squeaked. Not that I should embarrass me since I have been naked all day.
She let out another sigh. “I had to duel suiters since my coming of age to keep my maidenhood and remain a warrior, yet know I wish to give it freely I must fight for it. They will most likely kill us after the interrogation or because of it. We would rather die before we betray the desert or become a slave. You shall also die for lack of memory.”
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Her eyes looked teary, but the tears never came only conviction and resolve could be seen. I still couldn’t understand why would give her virginity to me.
“But why me?”
“Do you not find me attractive?”
“Of course who wouldn’t?” I said hurriedly.
“These men are not honorable. What do you believe happens to attractive naked women surrounded by not honorable men? They do not deserve my maidenhood.”
The realisation of what she meant, and what she prepared herself for hit my hard. A familiar anger started to well up inside me. I started to hate this Primorian Empire with each passing moment. The fact that she and other women would have to mentally prepare themselves for things like this pissed me off. Then I thought about the things I have been worried about since I have been in this cage. They were petty in comparison and it made me feel ashamed that I that I didn’t even consider saving anyone. I had knowledge and technology that they didn’t I could possibly save them but I didn’t give it a second thought. I am slow of mind.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Why me? Why not the Kalar, the orc, or any of the others?” I asked louder.
She raised an eyebrow. “Do you suggest that I sleep with my brother, or let my first time be with an Orc? You do know his size is proportionated, I surely would not survive the night.”
I laughed at that which momentarily interrupted the orcs snoring. We both froze then smile at each other when the orc remained sleep.
“But seriously why me instead of the others?”
“Most of the others are cowards, yet you slept next to an orc like a baby while the huddled in the corners.” She answered.
“So I’m just your best option in this cage?”
“Yes, yet I have a feeling you may be the best option outside of it as well.”
I was going to ask her why she felt that way but she interrupted me before I could speak.
“Enough talk I desire action, yet you fret like a Primorian woman. I need a man from Kalar, what will you choose to be right now?”
Without a second though I kiss her like I was waiting on her permission the entire time, instead of her waiting for me to deal with my feelings. She tensed up at the sudden movement, at the sudden contact, but she slowly relaxed. The surprise from her golden brown eyes gradually melted away until they closed completely. My hand started to explore her body, starting with her shoulders lightly travelling to her lower back then onto her firm ass. In return, she started to slowly stroke my manhood and allowing her tongue to explore mine.
My hands explored her from there to her supple breast which fit perfectly in my hands, and she reacted by rolling to her back while pulling me on top of her. `
I pulled away from her kiss. “Are you sure about this, about me?”
“Have you decided to be a Primorian woman once more?” she smiled and began running my tip across her moist opening.
I smiled back then started kissing on her neck causing her body to shudder. She aligned my tip with her vulva and resumed her slow stroking of my manhood. I gently kissed her on the lips the gazed into her light brown eyes.
“You ready to feel like a Primorian woman?” I asked with a smile.
She laughed. “If you can make me feel that hopeless then I did pick the right person.”
I moved my hips forward. I gradually worked my way into her innermost depths, tentatively wrestling against her natural tightness. When she finally felt the entirety of me she let out a gasp that drove me to kiss her fervently. I kept my movements gentle at first, never moving too fast or too much. Until slowly the nails in my arm became the hands on my back pulling me in. Responding to her subtle clue I began in earnest. Giving her my entire length at increased rate. She breathes heavily in my ear which further excited me.
“Do you feel like a Primorian woman yet?” I whispered in her ear.
She only responded by hugging me tighter and wrapping her legs around. Which obviously some type of turn on for me because I spent myself inside her.
“Almost.” She whispered, and I could almost hear her smile.
I rolled over onto my back then pulled her close to me. She laid her head on my chest and draped her leg over me. I started to feel our recent activities leaking out, but it felt childish to complain.
“You didn’t even ask my name yet you wish to cuddle. I do not know if you are a warrior or gentlemen.” She teased.
I felt a pang of guilt but I joked anyway. “Can’t I be both, you never heard of Ammon the gentle warrior?”
She let out a small laugh. “No I have not Ammon the gentle warrior, yet you must have heard of Renya the guider of the lost, teacher of the confuse, seducer of Ammon.” She said looking up at me.
“Seducer of Ammon? You seem more Primorian woman than seducer to me.”
“It seems my job as teacher and guide is yet finished.” She quipped.
“Oh really?”
I lifted her chin and started kissing her passionately, I held the kiss until I felt she melted in my arms.
“How about now?”
“Can a Primorian woman not teach or seduce?” she whispered from her spot on my chest.
“I suppose she could.” A said with a smile.
At least here she can. I thought thinking about earth’s policy on student-teacher relationships.
There was a comfortable silence that fell upon us after my last response. I laid there enjoying the stars and the moon to the point I felt like a hopeless romantic. I really need to fight someone.
I looked over to the one person that I didn’t want to fight. The orc was on his back arms crossed. Out of everyone here I was the only one with clothing. Well, he had a loincloth I guess they figured it wasn’t worth the fight. I turned back to face the stars just to notice that he wasn’t snoring anymore.
“Hey, orc?” I whispered.
“Yes gentle warrior?” he answered.
Fuck!
“You heard that?”
“Everyone heard. Some guards watched and some would have tried to join if in wasn’t three Kalar and orc in here.”
Three Kalar? Looked toward Reyna’s brother and he actually waved at me.
Fuck! This is awkward. I looked down at Renya to see that she was still sleeping, that's what I initially thought until I saw her smile. Traitor.
“Renya?” I probed.
“Do not bother your mate. She needs her sleep to fight was going to happen at sunrise. You should rest too if you wish to fight proudly to the death.” Said the orc.
The anger started to return, and I took a glance at her brother and I could see anger also on his face even in this darkness.
“I will protect her,” I stated mostly to myself.
“I know you will” was his reply before he turned over to get some sleep.
I spent the night thinking about what the elf meant about being able to help each other trying to ignore the tear I felt on my chest.
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Sagittarius A 3030-31
Flashback
Logs
“I am Ammon Ra and this is day 15 inside the black hole. I was getting a little stir crazy. So I asked the program that Nia made for me if there was a way to deal with it, and it suggested that I keep an audio journal. Well, technically I suggested it since the program runs off of my knowledge. Well, anyway here’s my first entry… this is stupid.”
“I am Ammon Ra and this is day 31 inside the black hole. I spent the last fifteen days trying to find some type of cryo-sleep setting, but I couldn’t find one. I know it’s here, though. Why have enough supplies to last almost indefinitely, but not build some sort of cryo-sleep. It’s here I just have to find it.”
“I am Ammon Ra and this is day 107 inside the black hole. At first, these tasteless sustenance pills were bland, but not if you imagine real hard that its chicken, it actually starts to tastes like chicken. No that’s fucking bullshit it still tastes pretty fucking bland, but that’s not the problem. This isolation is getting to me. The constant silence is wearing on my nerves to the point where I am praying for turbulence. I even make noises just because the silence makes me uneasy. There is only one good thing I have gotten out of this so far. I think I discovered the one thing I’m afraid of. Being alone.
“I Ammon Ra if you didn’t know by now, and this is the longest I ever remember being alone. I thought about erasing my memories because apparently, I could do that, but because I downloaded Nia into my head I can’t do that, and not because I have some moral reasons at this point. No! I physically fucking can’t do it!”
“I am Ammon Ra and this is day 224 inside the black hole. I have enough sustenance pills to last about an eternity and a half. Unfortunately, I don’t think I will last that long. I’m losing my mind. Being trapped in this flying steel cage has taken its toll on me. The scientist may have design something that could survive the pressure of a black hole, but they forgot about the pressure of isolation. Every fucking day it’s the same thing. Eat. Sleep. Shit. Eat. Sleep. Shit. Eat, sleep, turbulence. Eat, sleep, shit! Build a fucking cryo chamber you fucking morons!”
“I am Ammon Ra and this is day 275 inside the black hole. First off I would like to apologise for my behavior earlier, it was uncalled for. I was just stressed, but today I had a dream that brought me clarity. I was in this giant marble pool surrounded by beautiful women. There was some guy to the left of me but I couldn’t really get a good look at him and why would I? Those women make supermodels look lazy. They had try hard bodies. Well anyway, that’s when a goddess walked in on us and told me to enter the void. I didn’t understand it but I knew that it was going to save all the women there. I woke up before I could see what to did, but I think I know what I must do now.
“I am Ammon Ra and this is the day I save myself. Today is the day I step out into the void. The dream couldn’t be any clearer to save myself, I must accept the cold embrace of space. If someone has received this just know that I survived. I beat the void.