Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... soil depth 48 feet to bedrock. The cliff face is much denser, so will be limited to 120 yards, but I’m detecting a mine shaft that will take us quite a distance into the hill. Overall penetration is unclear at this point.” This was sounding much better to Joyce, “OK Div, initiate scan,” she said, and began turn her head to cover the full circle that the Guyver had indicated. After less than a minute, a rising red bar reached the top of the display, and everything froze on the screen. Div told her they were losing too much data on the results feed, and the remaining information was insufficient to complete an analysis. The problem was down to the amount of ground being covered at this rotational speed, but he didn’t think Joyce had enough fine motor control to move slow enough for what she had requested. “Initial estimates indicate it will take six hours to complete the scan,” Div told her, “but the unit will have to remain stationary. The second option would be a random background scan while you continue your exploration of the area, with summary results displayed on request.” Joyce considered the options, confirming with Div that the full scan could be performed overnight, while she slept, and asked him to run the background scan for now. The visor withdrew from Joyce’s face, but Div told her a small instrument pack would be deployed between her shoulders to take all the necessary readings. It was reasonably comfortable once in place, and since it was mid-day, Joyce walked ...

... over to the house to sit in the shade and eat lunch while she rested. It was just a high energy cereal bar, washed down with the water her suit provided, but it satisfied her need to eat, even though she was not particularly hungry considering the amount of energy she had expended this morning. Having finished, Joyce took a closer look at the house, although it was more of a wooden shack, with rough finished joints at the corners, and wide gaps between the logs of the walls. Div confirmed her assumption that these had been sealed with mud at one point, but it had weathered away over the years of neglect. The roof still appeared to be watertight, due to grass and moss that had bound the mud in the spaces, and the inside structures showed limited signs of deterioration. Joyce tried the door, but it was locked, and when she said it was a shame she couldn’t take a look inside, the suit glove formed on her hand so that when she took hold of the handle again, the lock mechanism drew back. Cautiously walking through the open door, Joyce looked round the main room. A table and two chairs stood to one side, a cupboard with a metal bowl on top stood under one of the shuttered windows beside her, and a fireplace sat on the end wall in the middle of a stone chimney. There was a large armchair beside the fireplace, with a selection of blankets and furs draped over it, while a small side table held a tin cup and a book. Joyce picked up the book, finding it was the journal of the previous ...