The Ginoroid is clad in a revealing white synthetic bodysuit. Her hair is short, with a pinkish coral hue. Remaining stern and focused, not interrupting her work, ignoring my presence as i approach the machine that seems capable of reconfiguring energy into any matter.
"Welcome «Globe-Jumper». My name is NAIA, Nustown Artificial Intelligence Assistant. Is there anything i can help you with?".
The voice is slightly mechanical, and very feminine. Though it comes from the machine, not from the Sexy Ginoroid.
"Are you in charge of managing the entire complex?".
"No Globe-Jumper. My duties are limited to Nustown".
{So this settlement is just one part of the whole construction…}.
"I see. Call me Vurckair, Naia. Can you give me a way to visit the other destinations available?. I want my experience to be as complete as possible".
"I understand, Vurckair. You should discuss it with the Director of the Management Department. Or the other Assistants won't give you access to the facilities under their care".
"Naia, you forgot to tell me how to contact the Management Department".
"I am establishing communication with them…".
Two minutes pass, and there is no apparent response.
"No one is answering. Perhaps an ongoing test of the «Inertial dampers» is being held by the Captain. You should visit the office directly, Vurckair. They are located in the Central Ring, besides the Main Resort. The passage is at the east. But right now must be blocked".
"Thanks for the clarification, Naia. One last thing. Can you create an irregular trapezoid prism of the densest alloy in your data bank?".
"For what purpose, Vurckair?".
"Recreation, and Practice, Naia". I state shamelessly, though I'm not lying.
"Request accepted. One irregular block of Novastanio will take 12 hours to be completed".
"Understood. See you later, Naia".
I leave the building, searching the exit Naia mentioned, using the assistance of Dollzerka's Minion.
{This place is not just a vacation resort. It's a leisure yacht. Perhaps it's not even a boat, if not a spaceship, considering it has Inertial Dampers, which are used in Air-To-Vacuum Fighters, so pilots do not suffer from extreme G-forces during their deployments…}.
The connection between the Minion and me becomes clearer and more concrete. Not enough for me to take remote control of her, but i can get an idea of her location, and what she's doing.
Another quirk i notice, is the Cekx'Appealer being more suitable for employing the multiple types of vision i gained thanks to Kinetic Domination.
With the Gift in mind, i channel Emts into a layer of lube on my right hand, trying to achieve a Leidenfrost effect while my palm is vertical. Defying gravity for a few seconds, before the boiling lube falls to the ground.
{Damn. In TV shows, water wizards make this look so easy…}.
I snort, because i haven't failed in my task, i simply discovered a way to not completing my mission, and knowing my limitations, is also mandatory.
My search is not fruitful, going all the way around the circumference of the dome without finding the entrance mentioned by Naia.
On the other hand, my training with the Gift and the Emts is rewarding. learning how to evaporate my lube after emitting it from my body. Literally becoming a Spray Dispenser of steamy viscous lubricant.
{With more practice, i could emanate ionized vapor, and eventually, Plasma Bolts. Mixing it with electricity, i might be a Biological Gauss Gun. Or even a Railgun}.
My stomach growls, reminding me i need nutrition.
Heading back to the Community Hall, i encounter Vallicca, who is alone.
"Is it occupied?". I ask, stunning her for a moment.
She shakes her head, speaking dimly. "Is free".
I sit next to Vallicca, startling her once more, since there is more space available, and other tables.
"Enjoy your meal, Vallicca".
"You mean dinner, Vurckair?". She corrects me, doing a mild grimace at her stiffness, disregarding my politeness, even when was purely accidental. "Huh!. Thanks…".
{How cute. She is not used to casual interactions with others}.
Vallicca remains tense for a few minutes, but relaxes as we spend more time talking and drinking. After a couple of hours chatting, i know about her life in Nustown, and i give her glimpses of the places i've been visiting.
The dome changes its artificial daylight for a beautiful starry night, creating a pleasant atmosphere on our way out of the Comunal Hall.
We stroll a bit, laying down over the grass in the nearby esplanade. An action i didn't expect from Vallicca, as her attitude and attire, doesn't give the impression of someone who likes to stare at the sky, much less to a fake one.
Vallicca's breath accelerates, hope, shyness and trepidation amassed in her phrase. "Are you sure of being this night with me, Vurckair?".
"Why wouldn't i?".
"Because i'm different". She says, pointing to her horns and short tail.
I snort, boldly easing her concerns by not being very considerate with her novice inexperience. Shortening the distance separating us. I kiss her pouty puffy lips, not sparing the slightest amount of impassive passion in the assault.
She barely reacts, too overwhelmed by the sudden kiss to do anything aside battling her eyelashes in a spasming nervous blinking that gets worse with the intimacy of the smooch, more carnal and aggressive.
My hand on her shoulder moves to her left breast, groping the big mound of flesh over the fabric of her clothes, pressing her down against the grass while the rest of my body hovers Vallicca's silhouette.
Our shared snogging begins to become reciprocal, allowing herself to use her tongue, gently receiving my licks, dancing with me in a smoldering kiss until her respiration fails, panting loudly to recover her breath.
"Not here, Vurckair". She murmurs, her soft voice not wanting others to hear her, even when we are alone. "My flat is not far".
Her indecision is still lingering in her eyes, she is too aware that this may be her only chance to be a real woman.
And like a true gentleman, i respect this decision she is making, especially because i can't let Vallicca go back alone.
It doesn't matter how safe and quiet Nustown is. Or perhaps it is this tranquil serenity what makes my instincts so awry and sensible, searching for a threat that may not even exist…