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... hell was that?! I need to inform the Commander about this too. It had been two days since she arrived to headquarters. Cassandra had been confined to her room, pending a debriefing scheduled for today with Commander Vansin. She had no good explanation for her failed mission. Cassandra's future was not looking good. *** A while later, Cassandra was meeting with her superior, Commander Dominika Vansin. The officer looked young but she wasn't. The debriefing room felt cold and dehumanized, a perfect reflection of the commander's personality. “How could you screw this up?!” the Commander yelled, “this was a simple search and rescue mission. Now I've lost six expensive resources.” “I am sorry Commander. I don't know how this happened. I lost communication with the rest of the team a few hours after they entered the complex,” Cassandra said. There was an odd sensation in her gut and she couldn't understand what it was. “What do you mean they? Where were you?” asked Vansin. “I was in charge of searching the outside perimeter. I encounter a few native xenomorphs and eliminated them without problems. Then I went inside the complex and that's when trouble started...” Cassandra explained to the smallest detail everything that she saw in the colonial complex, including Zindra's strange behavior. But there was still nothing that justified the utter failure of the mission. The expression in the commander's face said it all. Cassandra was screwed. “Commander, there is something else. ...

... I... I think I had a dream last night.” “Don't be stupid! You can't have dreams. You are a machine! There must be a malfunction in you system. I'll send you to check up and then you will be assigned to companion duties.” “You are right Commander. It couldn't be a dream. It must have been a lingering memory. I am 100% functional. I can still go out on missions.” Cassandra said, trying to keep her current job. “Negative. Report to technical support and then go to “Relief Services”. They'll give your next assignment.” Cassandra was perfectly aware what “companion” meant. She was going to be used as a sexual object by whomever needed her. This was not an unpleasant activity but it was boring. It was much better to travel through space in rescue missions. In any case, it was not her choice. She must do as commanded. *** Cassandra was waiting for her first client, Jaruth, a vasirian worker from the mines in sector 85. He had asked specifically for her. The man was a fan of gynoids and Cassandra's model was the pinnacle of this type of machines. “Wow! I can believe what I am seeing,” Jaruth said as he entered the room, “A gynoid model S-663 in the flesh. Is it true that you are exactly like a human female, both outside and inside? Answer me, gynoid.” “Hello, Jaruth. Please don't call me that. My name is Cassandra. And yes, my internal organs are exactly like a real human. Nobody could tell the difference, even using an internal scanner.” “Awesome! Then you must have fought in the ...