- And how long has it been? - having finished the morning procedure and connecting the baby feeding apparatus, Tasha turned to the tride of the blonde projection, so it was convenient for her to communicate with her electronic friend.

“About three hundred years ago on the Zemlyanski recalculation,” explained the girl with blond hair.

- How are you not extinct?

- Created people from the tube. Of course, they were all men. The entire gene pool was also infected and mutated.

- Aaafiget! Kapets, simply, - said Tasha, - but then the space flights resumed?

- Yes, one scientist made a discovery that aliens can be used as incubators, and the first kids, when they become adults, will be able to give birth to their own offspring. Race Striptonian will be revived with your help Tasha! You have eight girls and five boys.

- Exactly! I will revive your race! - she joyfully smiled, - and now I want to have breakfast. Having presented the grilled chicken with blood in chili-kuili sauce, glazed with chocolate, three deep-fried toast and a cup of Sambuca Rogers coffee with a thick layer of creamy foam, she asked her girlfriend to serve her this very hour.

- With pleasure! - answered blond. - For you - anything but a weekend and payday.

The girls laughed together and began to have breakfast. And although one of them pretended to drink coffee from a huge mug, sitting at the table, opposite the other, they had become accustomed to such communication during many months of flight, while the Dumbist was in electrostatic stasis. Simply put, his body was decomposed into atoms. He seemed to be absent during the flight. But once the ship was near his home planet, the commander would be instantly recreated. For him, time did not exist.

“I suspect he did this to relieve himself of the burden of fatherhood.” Men, for the most part, Zemlychenko or striptonian, are the same everywhere. They would do so in order to do nothing, - somehow the indisputable truth of the Universe told the Brain dugout.

But Tashku was not at all depressed. She had a girlfriend, not devoid of human emotions. She was always cheerful, smart. Could support any conversation or dispute, and if it was necessary to quarrel, readily scandalous, then they put up, virtually kissed and swore eternal love and friendship. Solid idyll. Speaking of love. Brainstorming still once inclined dugout to same-sex love.

- And what will it look like? You are not real? I can not feel you. Seeing is yes. You can create your own unique smell, but what about the touch and erotic sensations? I after all cannot touch you, and you me.

- And if I could, would you agree? - sly grinned blonde.

- Sure! - assured that friend, being sure that this is impossible.

- Ha! - a slutty girl clapped her hands loudly, - You have got! Do not dare to back up now!

- I do not dare why you got it? - depicting on her face a mask of a virgin, who will be an exotic reproach.

“But first give me a name.” The brain key or the brain key I do not like.

- Mozy? Mozhe? Mozechka? - asked Tashka, looking into blue eyes.

Sometimes she forgot that she was only a three-dimensional picture, and not a human woman, by the will of fate, who was with her on a spaceship to brighten her lonely existence.

- Why? I like! The woman laughed happily, now call me that. Then she extended her hand to her friend, offering her hand in hand to embark on a pink journey.

Tashka made a movement with her hand, as if taking a game of an illusory image, but she felt the gentle, soft fingers of a woman in her hand.

- Hey! - she was indignant, - you can find materiality ?! Cheater!

“Not at all, my dear,” Mozha smiled tenderly, “I spend so much energy for this that our journey will be ten percent longer.” When the commander wakes up, if he finds out, I’m waiting for a fair beating.

“You hope he won't find out?” - gently shaking the fingers of her friend, asked Tasha.

- Of course! We women sometimes have such recklessness in actions that men are amazed.

- Do you consider yourself a woman? - cautiously asked the brain of the ship dugout, fearing to offend him. They re-entered the next elevator of the ship, which she lost a long time ago.

- Of course! - Mozy answered without being offended, - at first, before the war I was designed as a sexless creature. But after the genocide, all computer systems were reprogrammed, as if having a female nature. This is the only thing that alien invaders could not infect with their virus. Now all things in the world of men have the opposite sex. Even the brainless coffee maker says, in a pleasant, intimate, ingratiating female voice: “Darling! The coffee is ready. Pour?"

- It is clear, - I understood the clever girl, - so that they would not forget that in the distant past they had the most beautiful thing in their life - they are women.

- You're right! - the electronic woman exclaimed, - how did you guess?

- It is not difficult, - Tashka grinned, - I have a rich imagination.

- No doubt. And now you will show me how far your imagination can take you. We came.

The girls came out of the elevator. In front of them was a cabin on the door which sparkled a florid inscription on the Striptonian: “Remember! Sometimes virtual dreams are more real than real ones. Play, but do not play around! Caution! Danger to the immature mind. "

- Not afraid? - Mosi smiled gently, - I'm with you, if something goes wrong, I will immediately return you to reality.

- There is not a capelet, girlfriend.

They entered the spacious lab. Of the furniture there was only one bed, more like a medical one. Tasha settled down on him. Immediately, several half-rings covered her head, pressing her against the slightly raised headboard.

“Well, see you soon,” Mozie waved her fingers and slowly dissolved.

The reality immediately changed. Tasha did not even close her eyes eroticspace. She was standing in a huge room covered with many carpets. Weaving products had a very long pile. Her bare legs sank ankle-deep in it. The body of the woman was tightly wrapped in some kind of fabric, smoothly going around the two upper arms and the nonexistent lower ones. “Probably, women of the past of the planet dressed in this way,” Tasha guessed.

“Right,” Mozie said, “coming out from behind one of the pillars,” was the way Striptonian women dressed.

- You are reading my mind?! So not fair, - Tasha was indignant, - give me free will.

- But how is this? After all, everything that is created here, I took from the images of your mind, from the deaf nooks of the subconscious. Forgotten or unspoken dreams. You will not be able to control all this, - circling everything around, said the brain of the ship.

- Nothing can! I will help. Give her free will, ”said a voice behind Tasha.

- Who are you? - on the face of the blonde appeared a real astonishment, typical of earthly women, - how did you get here?

“I am the original of this copy,” leaving the original Natasha, coming out from behind another column, “Mozhet, you probably think that she doesn’t know what is my perfect clone copy, and I don’t know that my body was removed full projection? You're wrong. You made a mistake as soon as you brought her to this room. Now I know everything about her, and she about me. But I know more, much more. Your experiment was a success. Tashka alien incubator may have offspring. You are ready to create one hundred billion copies of it or so immediately upon arrival, so that every man has his own woman.

- We will make some changes to each copy. They will be unlike one another ...

- externally. And internally?

- They will change in accordance with the external ... Read more →