The commander looked at the latest order he had just given. He had ordered his daughter brought in and given a mind control treatment. The treatment would make her fall hopelessly in love with the new quartermaster. With her new conditioning, she would want babies and a family.

The commander looked at the new orders he had received again.

1 Kill all the non-paying members of the space station. Anyone who does not contribute to the financial welfare of the station was to be killed

2 No reasons legal or moral were to be allowed to stop the commander from balancing the budget.

3 The space station had to make a profit in as short a time frame as possible. To that end, the commander was authorized to strip any of the rights of non shareholders on the space station. The sale of the organs or in the case of valuable

The commander looked up at the council that had signed the document. For the first time in years a smile appeared on his face. A warped smile because it had been so long since the commander had felt joy. His insane daughter Molly the orders to kill his own staff and the inability to root out corruption had taken a toil but no longer.

The commander looked at the council who were even now looking down on him. One member was actually sniffing and spraying out air spray. Thomas deliberately sprayed the spray onto the commander's face. The air spray burned the commander's eyes but his smile widened.

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The commander chuckled "Interesting fact technically the space station is owned by a corporation which by legal loopholes actually owes itself. Now I do not understand all of the legal jargon. But bottom line you declared bankruptcy and a one dollar offer was made to your creditors who took the deal. This means by signing this document all the legal protection you had for your property is gone"

Silence greeted the commander's statement. The commander's grin widened "In fact technically the entire station now belongs to a computer program designed to optimize the purchase of goods for the stores. So I have my security robots outside and they are going to bring you to a nice torture room where you can list bank accounts works of art that will save you from the poker up the ass for another hour.

And do not worry as per your instructions no moral reasons will stop me from torturing you until you give me all your assets. When we are done as per your instructions you will be either sold to a "

Not wanting to deal with the wines of the council the commander pressed a button and knocked them all out. He would visit them in their cells and explain why insulting him was not a good idea. He would take his time with those who had harmed his wife and turned his child into such a psychopath he was having her brain scrambled.

It was time to look to the future and the future was looking bright. Without the owners stopping him he could create a brothel or maybe a casino. He would create his own little kingdom and rule it. Of course, the quartermaster would have to be kept happy. But that would not be an issue. He did not even know that one of the programs he wrote was now running the show. By the time he figured it out the commander would have had the program give him full control over the station.

Without daily mind control conditioning the commander could finally begin to build a better future. Anything he did would have to be better than what had gone before.