brunettes, only belonging to the Mongoloid and Negroid race.

“Not bad, damn it,” said Andrew. - I love these, especially shekoladok.

- Would you like to try with them? - smiled Witt.

“I wouldn't refuse,” the captain nodded. “It’s a pity you can't take them out for a while.”

“And over there,” Witta pointed to another group of transport monoblocks, “blondes and redheads.” Want to take a look?

Andrei nodded. However, he saw nothing essentially new. Yes, this party of girls had different facial features than all models produced earlier. But between themselves and blondes and redheads and brunettes of their racial type looked at each other like two drops of water.

“In general, from all thirty-five, you can choose to test four,” concluded Radimtsev, walking among monoblocks. - One blonde, one brunette, one redhead, one Asian girl and one black woman.

“But there is one more model, not similar to the others, and in one copy,” said Witt.

- True? - Andrei was intrigued. - Show me.

They went to the outermost from the entrance to the cargo compartment monoblock second row. Witta opened it and Radimtsev whistled in surprise. Inside the cylinder was a very young girl, no older should be 18-19 years. Her features didn’t look like other fembots and not only because of her younger appearance. It was a completely different model. Neither so beautiful and perfect, as most of her sisters, how much simply pretty, but in her features surprising liveliness and individuality were guessed. Certainly, the algorithms of the character of the stranger were especially complicated and intricate. For some reason, Andrei thought that this girl should have a light and slightly naughty temper.

The hair of this unusual shoulder-length shoulder-off is dark brown and curls to the bottom with a variety of rings. The figure is thin, elegant, but at the same time with quite appetizingly developed forms. Her breasts, despite the bulk of her artificial sisters, were small, but of good shape, with small, pointed nipples boldly protruding slightly upwards. Thin waist turned into hips probably not of such ideal form as that of other fembots, but at the same time there was some special zest in it. The ass is convex, small, but as attractive as that of the perfect neighbors in everything. The legs are slender, beautiful, although not to say that they are long, but so this very unusual type of growth was inferior to others. As a rule, the growth of the fembot ranged from 1–68 to 1–72, and this stranger, judging from the information that was displayed on a small small screen built into the growth control module, had 1–64. Unlike all other fembot, whose pubes, labia and the crotch in general, were completely devoid of vegetation, in a stranger, the pubis was covered with a dark soft fuzz. Some hairs curled in rings - it looked, damnly mischievous and flirtatious. And in general, everything in this chart was somehow more vivid and natural. Andrei could not explain why, but it was felt, even through a thick layer of transparent org-plastic. He was willing to argue that the creators of this fembot, obviously made by private order, and in look and speech and in facial expressions and gestures and in the program of behavior, they put something special. Sorry you can not check it out. Fembot was in a deactivated state, his eyes were closed, his chest slightly raised and lowered while breathing. In principle, this was unnecessary for the fembo, but this anatomical feature of the female breast, which always excites men's eyes, was provided in the earliest models.

“Looks like it all started because of her,” murmured Andrew, peering at the tender features of her maiden face.

- Like? - asked Witt, clinging to the captain’s back with his chest and putting his palms on his shoulders.

- Oh yeah! - he nodded. - Her, I would try too.

“Imagine how great it would be if we frolicked three together,” the assistant whispered and touched her right ear with her lips.

“My cat, you provoke me to anything,” Radimtsev laughed.

“Maybe,” Witt and her hands purred, smoothly sliding down, began to make their way to his groin.

And in that instant, the lighting in the cargo hold disappeared. A strange threatening hum began to emanate from the walls. The floor was pierced by a light, but quite tangible vibration. The light reappeared after a moment.

Radimtsev felt a terrible heaviness in his whole body. My head was noisy, everything swam before my eyes, a sour taste appeared in my mouth and an unpleasant sensation of nausea from my stomach dragged from below.

"Gravi-magnetic capture," flashed a disturbing thought. - A damn strong field. Your mother ... How does he lack AEC seven or better eight ... But how did he get caught? Why didn't early warning sensors work? Calculate the ship-invader because they could! "

“Witt,” Andrei croaked, unable to move and even turn his head.

“I'm here,” the girl said. - We were captured?

- Yes, it seems so. Can you move

- Little. So slow.

- Ok, then drag me to section 18.

- Yes captain.

Radimtsev felt the hands of the assistant, tightly wrapped around his shoulders. Then, began a long and exhausting slow motion, more precisely, dragging the captain across the floor. It took almost ten minutes to get to the exit of the cargo hold. Witta was breathing heavily and seemed to be straining all her strength. Next was a short straight corridor. We reached the intersection after another five minutes. Now there was a turn to the left. To the right, there was a way to the control room. But it was useless to go there. Now, when the gravity-magnetic field of such force captured a spaceship, it was useless to do something.

Witta reached the captain to the middle of the corridor and let go. He sat down heavily on the floor, as if he weighed a ton now. The girl turned to the wall and pressed one of the small metal staves, indistinguishable from hundreds of thousands of the same, connecting the wall panels in the corridors throughout the ship. With a quiet hiss, the panel pulled away, revealing a niche in the wall twenty centimeters from the floor. Tightening all the remaining forces, the assistant raised the captain and squeezed the upper part of his body inside, then shoved his legs in there and returned the panel to its place. In a minute this section of the wall again became, as before, indistinguishable from others.

Once inside the niche, Radimtsev reached out to the energy - distribution hub that was above his head. In any case, the device looked exactly like a standard power node, which is located every five meters under the wall panels. But in fact, one more was connected to this device. AEC - 3. After its activation, the severity instantly disappeared, the body began to return to normal. The captain of the AEC-3, of course, was of course an old model, but at least in a limited area, here in a secret shelter the anti-gravity screen protected him.