Molly was stunning in person. A supermodel who would have fitted in on the catwalk when models still existed. She was wearing what looked like a swimsuit which did not leave much to the imagination. Her boots were those large leather high heels ones. The blood and what looked like a human eyeball on her pants ruined the image a bit.

Molly looked at me and snorted "Where is the shower?" I shrugged "If you want to risk it before Techman has a chance to look over it I think there is one in a hidden compartment. But bear in mind i have no idea where the water in the pipes might come from or what might be in it."

I opened the secret hole and pointed at the shower. "You can risk it or you can wait for Techman to come back and look over everything." Molly stripped down and giving me a dark look and mumbling "Pervert" entered the shower.

As I was not certain I was going to be alive tomorrow I decided not even bother pretending to look away. A goddess was taking a shower and if I had to die I was going to do so after watching her shower. Molly glared at me "Asshole what are you staring at. Do you want me to send you to hell?"

"No offense but your ex-friends are out there. If I die your father will have to allow them to question you. No doubt your friends will have stories to tell. You will be taken for questioning and there will be a mistake in the paperwork and somehow you will end up with a chip in your brain if your extremely lucky. "

Molly began to sniffle "Your right my power truth sense lets me know the awful things they are going to do to me. You are going to protect me right? I am a poor defenseless woman"

I stared at Molly thinking about the thugs she had left to die in the corridor and others whose balls she had crushed. Molly's face turned red "Wait why is my seduction power not working on you?" "The same reason your father sent you to me. Mental powers have a hard time effecting supers with my particular power." I blinked as I realized the main reason Molly had been sent to me. More than likely it was the reason I had been given the stores job in the first place.

Molly cursed me and grabbing her underwear and bra tried to switch on the shower. A trickle of honey struck Molly who screamed and closed the door of the hidden compartment. I chuckled and making sure the camera in the hidden compartment was on got down to writing a program to help me resist mind control.

The program would filter out any obvious mind-control techniques. It would also stun me and give me a shock if my mind suddenly showed signs of mental control. Of course, being frozen in place while a robot applied electric shock therapy to your balls was no one idea of fun. But still, it was a better option than having a mind controller convince me that a blender was a woman. The line from the documentary "That is right that is your wife's mouth put it in there" was one of the scariest I had ever heard. The serial killer the crusher who went around killing people with the power of his mind was one of the reasons mind controllers were so despised.

I was betting that Molly had a weaker type of seduction skill or else I would have been in the shower kissing her foot. Given her physical strength which was probably due to genetic engineering, I was betting she had multiple lesser powers. Unlike me, Molly's father would have had the credits to buy her the best serum.

I cursed again I had a psycho supermodel I could not touch in the shower nearby. I briefly considered being nicer to Molly I would have to live with her until her father got her a safe place somewhere else. However, if I was nice her father might think I was flirting with her. Given the fact he literally had orders stuck into his mind with mind control. If i really made a move I might last a few days before he could do something to me.

Then again Molly might have been cute but she was insane and evil. I did not want to risk it especially as she was physically stronger than me and had at least a minor mind suggestion power. I did not want her to convince me that I really should cut it off and give it to her. Or even tieing me up and shoving something where the sun does not shine. I sighed and got to work what I needed were security programs and alert programs. If some maniac decided to strip the air out of the vents I wanted to be ready.

Unfortunately, there was a godess in the shower distracting but even so I sighed and checking the footage of Molly showering again got back to work. I was a bit surprised the program I had created to shock me if I was under some kind of mental control did not go off. I mean sure I had gone to strip clubs but I was watching something on a screen. Why was it so hard to look away?

Dragging my eyes away from the screen I got back to writing programmes. There were a dozen things I needed to be warned about low oxygen people coming to kill me and lack of water just being a few. Also, I was running out of processor power. Computers had become faster and better but running several advanced artificial intelligence programs on what was basically a tv was pushing things. This meant checking out the computers Techman brought me was now a priority.

My problem was they were larger computer systems and that there were plenty of supers out there with information-gathering skills. I definitely did not want anyone looking into me. Deciding to build a faradays cage to block signals I would use Molly to create a 3d printer inside the cage.

Hopefully, the cheap knockoff talismans I was looting from the dead ex-space workers would do the trick and block basic psychic skills. I decided to get Techman to keep an eye out for any super science tech that was around. No doubt a couple of the space workers had some which the vacuum of space had not damaged too badly.

My communicator pinged and I opened up a communication channel with what looked like a female Jabba the Hutt. A massive blond woman who had two naked women feeding her grapes appeared on the screen. I blinked in horror as the image changed to a man dressed like an old-time hippey.

The old hippy blinked and began to read from a handheld tablet he looked at me "OK so it looks like you have a really evil young lady staying with you. I am here to let you know about her crimes." I blinked "What was with the fat lady?" "Well, Kate how do I put this has a superpower that allows her to project the image of whatever you view as a kind person onto the screen. I am guessing you have some kind of blocking software"

I looked at the hippy "I am hanging up now" "Wait wait I am here to talk about your girlfriend. I have pictures of her at orgies and shooting dogs on the street." I looked at the hippy "Listen this is my first day and she is my first hire. Given the fact they just spaced the last employees I am going to be very careful."

The image on my communicator changed to an arms dealer selling weapons to local gangs. There were several images of weapons and torture devices being sold together as well as what looked like slave collars the type that exploded if you tried to take them off.

The image of the old hippy appeared again "So you might not know this but your girl was an arms dealer. I say was because, of the change in management of the orbital station, your on things just changed. All her contacts with the locals are dead. Her ex-partner has decided now that she is of no use to remove her. What we want is for her to sell the credits he owes her to a collection agency."

I looked at the old hippy "You know her father might actually allow me to forcibly do that. I will take it up with him." The Hippy nodded "Let me send you a list of companies that have particularly strong collection units." I looked at the old Hippy knowing particularly strong collection units were bandits. Not the standard bandits either but the jacked up on drugs and about to die of several nasty diseases bandits. They were the kind of adrenaline junkies that used rockets to remind clients to pay their bills. I had a sudden idea "I will talk to Molly. Nothing like a few dozen rocket launchers to spice things up."

I put in a call to the commander who looked at me with his bald head and simply nodded when i told him my idea. The commander vanished from my screen and I received a message that Molly's debt had been sold and that no further action was required. I was betting that the commander had let some kind of program like chatbot to fill in the letter. More than likely it had also automatically sold the debts and arranged a shipment of rocket launchers to be delivered to the debt collectors.

A scream echoed out from the room Molly was in. The door opened and Molly wearing nothing stalked in "What have you done? I am going to kill you." I blinked "I did nothing except make sure your ex partner did not send a bunch of assassins after you. Seriously you sell weapons to a bunch of rapist murders and when things become unstable on your end you expect your partner to play nice."

Molly glared at me "You your one of those people who say that reducing your carbon imprint by 25 million tons was nothing." I looked at Molly "That was the oil companies that said that right? They were talking about reducing the total carbon by what 0.05 or was it 0.06 of a percent? So they reduced their output by 1 unit what was it again a hundred thousand and still producing the other 99,999 units"

Molly face turned red "They still made an effort." Deciding not to say that reducing your output from 50 000 000 000 tons of gas to 49 975 000 000 tons was not much of an improvement I nodded. "Yes, they really made a difference." Molly took up a fighting stance and I chuckled. "Your ex-partners just had their debt to you transferred to a bunch of druged-up lunatics. Your father is sending those lunatics rockets and possibly a few nukes. If any of your old friends survive what will they do to you without me to protect you?"

Molly shook her head "I do not care I am going to beat you up. Then I am going to stick your head down the toilet and flush it until you drown. Die in my shit you piece of poor trash." It had never occurred to me that Molly would be this vicious. I smiled and Molly paled seeing the look in my eye.

"You know I am a crap shot. I never had the credits to buy a gun to train myself. I am weaker than you and I bet you could break me in half with one hand. But this is stores and if I fire you the auto turrets will turn you into a pin cushion in seconds. Now take a roll of tape and tape your feet together."

Molly looked at the defenses that Techman had sold me and at the roll of tape on the ground and fell to the ground begging for her life. "Please do not kill me. I will let you do anything you want to me. Even the messed up stuff" I shuddered the guns were all focused on the door. This might stop tech-based supers from killing me but at the moment I had a psychopath with me. If Molly worked out I was bluffing I would be drowned in the toilet she had just filled up.

"Legs get your legs tapped together. Then head to the shelving and bending over tape one of your hands to the shelf." Molly stopped begging and got to work. She tapped her hands together and then headed to the shelf in a corner I pointed out. I spoke out "Ass in the air there I do not want you trying anything." I waited until Molly was done and quickly reached her and put a couple of plastic binders on her feet.

Then I put a couple on her hands making sure she was not going anywhere. Briefly, I thought about telling her I had been lying about the security system and that she was now at my mercy. Deciding it was not worth it. I began to assemble a faradays cage and got to work. I had a few smaller computers but I needed more and I needed them now.

Unfortunately, Molly was not happy and began to whine about needing to use the toilet. Deciding I needed to keep an eye on her I looked around for something that could be used as a gag. There was what looked like an old rag used to wipe the toilets clean.

Looking at Molly I had a decision to make how ruthless was I going to be to her? She wanted me dead but that was natural. Pulling up her records on the computer i quickly found evidence of her selling shock collars to slavers. I knew those collars they were the ones that had bombs added by the slavers.

The information trail was not even well hidden. Molly sold standard electric collars which was legal. The slavers then simply changed a bit of the programming and added a bomb and extra battery or in some cases a drug injection kit. It might have been illegal for Molly to sell slaver collars directly but it was not illegal to sell the parts and have the slavers put them together.

I picked up the toilet rag and using it to wipe down the toilet moved to use it to shut Molly up. Unfortunately just as I was about into her mouth an alarm went off and the image of the commander appeared from my personal computer slash watch. "That is my daughter"

The image of the commander vanished and I cursed. It looked like her father still cared for her. I cursed again and Molly tried to turn over to see what i had planned. Her eyes widened seeing the dirty rag. I cursed and began to look for a ball gag from a online sex shop. Unfortunately, the only ones I could afford were the ones being sold by Molly herself. The least problematic was designed to glue itself in and stay there. The worst had options like increasing the heat until it literally melted. If there were worse ways to die I did not want to know about them.

At this point, I really wanted to stuff the old rag i had into Molly mouth or buy one of her own ballgags and use it on her. However, the commander had power and I was one day into my new job. I cursed my cowardice and made a call to Techman. It was time to buy a service droid one of the ones with hospital training. The kind that could keep Molly tied to a bed. i could put her in a soundproof box and ignore her.

Glaring at Molly I let her know what was about to happen. "I will hire you a robot to look after you while your father works out what to do with you. " I looked at Molly's face trying to see fear. All I saw was confidence that her father was going to get her out of this just like always. For a second the impulse to reach out and stuff the rag into Molly's mouth almost caused me to act on it.

Molly turned as much as she could and grinned "My father knows I am going to be his replacement and yet he still protects me. If that is not love then what is?" I blinked thinking. The commander would have a super power to help him out. #It was the only way he could get the job Molly was supposed to be truth sensitive according to her file. That meant she could replace the commander.

A laugh came from Molly "Your toast now you poor insect" Ignoring Molly I jammed the dirty rag into her mouth and looked directly into her eyes. "If you really have the truth sense ability look into my eyes and know if you get out of hand I will drown you in your own shit."

For the first time panic appeared in Molly's eyes as she realised that I was not joking around. I pulled up my communicator and sent a written message to the commander.

Dear commander,

I would hope you get a giant grenade jammed up your ass. But as i have met your daughter i think that would be putting you out of your misery.

I will be sticking Molly in a pod and adding a tv.

Ps I am about to give her the beating you should have.

I looked down at Molly who had stopped moving I was betting her power was letting her know exactly what i was about to do to her.

Theory is one thing practice another. I wanted to give Molly a beating until she was almost dead. If she died her father would kill me. I got ready to maybe break her feet when the commander face appeared on my screen.

"She is my daughter now get that rag out of her mouth before I have you gutted and tossed out an airlock" I stopped and began to think. I was letting my past interfere with my future. Looking at Molly would it be worth merely beating her up?

Sure it would let me feel better but it would be my end. The commander would leak my power to those in power and I would be dead. I sighed "So I have issues. I had a bad childhood but honestly who on earth in this day and age does not? But her issues might get me killed"

I took a step backward "So let us talk deal. I want to live my life I will do a better job up here than anyone your master's will let you hire. I really do not want that psycho here. But given you are a stone-cold killer I will try. Maybe I will not try very hard but I will try. " I looked at the commander "Who am I kidding if a monkey with a knife shows up I will show him to her and leave him to it"

The commander's eyes seemed to glow his voice was cold and hard "My mother was an addict to a cheap anti-anxiety drug. She was 99 years of age when she had me and had been dependent on a cheap drug since she was 12. The average life expediency of a human as rich as her should have been 1000 maybe 2000 years. Most think if you have the credits immortality will be on offer for 50 credits soon."

A tear trailed down the commander's face. "My mother died only 130 having spent all her money in one month when the drug company increased their prices from 20 credits to 40,000 per drug dose. A month later you could buy a hit for 1 credit."

A scream came from the commander "A MONTH LATER AFTER THE PATENT RAN OUT IT COSTS 1 CREDIT. 1 CREDIT" The commander's voice went back to normal "I could have declared my mother incompetent. Perhaps I should have. You think you had it bad I had it worse so no I am not letting you kill the only daughter I was able to keep alive because you had a bad childhood."

Looking into the eyes of a man who had been hurt as badly as I had I kept silent. Briefly, I considered if the commander was lying but decided it did not matter. He was determined to keep Molly alive. If he was one of those sick perverts or just loved his only child I was not powerful enough to kill her.

I looked straight at the projection the commander's eyes seemed to be pits of darkness. "Fine I can move some of the stock and she can set up house in her own little apartment. Something that has a lock because i like my balls where they are"