Deep Space Minors
A lolirotica by WeebTrashMachine
Chapter 1: Big Haul
Four little white androids walked down a little white hallway, passing countless little white doors as they went. The little androids had no ears, no nose, no mouth, and anyone would say they looked like high-tech, shiny, crash-test dummies, meant to gauge the damage to a tiny kindergartener child in any sort of crash-test experiment.
Despite walking in-step, despite an identical appearance, no one would call them mindless, personality-less robots after one look at their eyes; large, bright, joyous orbs, full of excitement, life, and individuality. As they walked down the long white hallway, they spoke in a furious wave of clicks, expressive eyes, and barely contained excitement.
The clicking speech dried up as they gazed in awe at the office at the end of the hall, their destination. This office lived at the end of the long hallway, in the deepest part of the android governmental super-structure, because it was the most important office of all and carried all the hopes and dreams of little android girls everywhere.
Of course, it was none other than the revered "Boyfriend Application Office".
The little androids paused, exchanged looks, then nodded to each other once with determination and stepped inside. They had come this far as a team, and they would have their hopes fulfilled or crushed together.
The office was small and white, little more than a kiosk. An extremely voluptuous woman of nearly unrealistic height and proportions stood behind the tall white counter. She had dark black hair, a jeweled white tiara, a black dress with many vertical strips that revealed skin. Her appearance was somewhere between angelic and demonic, and this impression was furthered by the great, white, feathery wings coming from her waist and eight anxious, writhing, seeking tentacles that stood out starkly black against the white background. Those long appendages appeared to sway in a dreamy way, as if they were hair floating underwater.
Not that the little androids could see this, as they were lined up just in front of the countertop that was fully twice as tall as they were.
The office lady(?) stood straight with her hands steepled in front of her, waiting to perform the duty of her office. When the four little androids walked in, she put her hands on her cheeks, tilted her head, and said, "What adorable little virgins! What brings you to the venerable Boyfriend Application Office today? Did you want to submit Boyfriend Dream Journals and have them rated by the Boyfriend Experts?"
Click-Click (No Journal)
"Oh?" Eyebrow raise.
What follows is several minutes of little loli exertion noises as the team's representative tries to get a data crystal onto the tall counter.
The demonic/angelic office lady's expression doesn't change as the little android troupe tries to find a way to overcome the limitations of their stubby arms and legs. First there is some jumping, then some throwing, then a brief discussion of quiet clicks, followed by an ensemble effort that at last pushes the hexagonal, cylindrical data crystal on to the lip of the desk.
"Eee…yush!" a little android says, something, without a mouth, as the finally tap the crystal completely on to the desk. Only then does the office lady react, picking up the crystal with one hand and shrinking light from the fingertips of the other to read it.
"Storage Manifest…Gracious! You little virgins hit the motherlode! Yes, with a careful spending plan, I promise that with this much money we can make your Quad Boyfriend-Ready. Did you come here today to get help with that?"" The office lady beamed, genuinely happy for her juniors.
"Eee…yush!"
Another crystal (eventually) made it onto the desk, slowly appearing over the steep side.
Click-Click (Plans)
Another crystal is scanned.
A projection in the center of the room displays the content of the latest data crystal. There are diagrams for the inside of a ship, navigational charts and fuel schedules, biological parameters, synthetic estrogen amounts, bust/waist/hip estimations, as well as a wardrobe of flashy clothes, hair, and eyeballs.
The office lady made some minor changes to ship layout, hair color, and skirt length. Far from being offended, the android quad nodded to each other and clicked appreciatively. This was the wisdom of a venerable elder, and they would be foolish not to take it. Heck, as distinguished and important as she appeared, she may even be as much as ten years old!
"So you're putting the majority of your lucky windfall into upgrading to a 1-Pod ship and a state-of-the-art boyfriend pod? Bold. No station-side boyfriend for you."
Click-click-click-click (We will love him.)
"Not even two years old and already so boy-crazy! So precocious…" she tsk'd, but approvingly. "But…even with your clever min-maxing and dividing of roles, you really don't have a lot of money allocated to puberty. You're going to look very young, and for a while yet. You're not going to find any pedophiles this deep in AI-space; they're much too valuable. The last shipment of pedophiles that made it this far out were eaten up the same day. An army of little girls attacked them at teh dock and within 50 minutes the last one had been hunted down and convinced to sign some extremely good contracts."
Some nods and clicks follow.
(We will go six weeks into mixed-space and look for perverts.)
The tall, winged, tentacled lady clapped her hands and gave a big smile.
"What a plan! You sacrifice your chance for financial growth by investing in ship parts, and instead give your all to find a boyfriend to keep you company while you humbly advance your wealth at the normal rate. How romantic! Good priorities. Boyfriends are everything."
At that, as if on cue, a shirtless young man with an iron collar, an attached chain, and the bearing of a servant walked in with a glowing beverage and placed it in front of the office lady. She smiles gently and fondly caresses his head with a tentacle.
"I hope you post your entire adventures on the sister-nets. You have gained a new loyal follower. I believe in you. You will find him!"
Click-click-click-click. Click-click-click-click.
(We will find him. We will love him.)
Chapter 2: Space Janitor
He didn't have a mop.
He didn't have a broom.
He didn't wash or scrub or pick up anything.
Space Janitor only had a harem of very happy Roombas.
"Who's a good boy? You're a good boy!"
Space Janitor (SJ from now on) dutifully hopped off his bar stool and lovingly stroked the little disc-shaped AI. Its googly eyes jiggled back and forth adorably as its tail (also a cleaning apparatus) wagged at the compliment.
SJ took a quick look around then leaned in close, whispering in a conspiratorial tone, "You know what?"
The Roomba's tail wagged once then stopped, as if it were rapt with attention and waiting to know "what".
"So I was walking in corridor 64 today…"
The little fluffy tail started a little fluffy wag of anticipation.
"And I was thinking to myself, 'This is the cleanest corridor I have ever seen…'"
The fluffy wagging intensifies.
"I wonder who did such an amazing job cleaning that corridor. Do you know?"
The tail wagged manically, making audible pomf noises as it smacked the floor.
"Wait…was it you? Really?"
A quick glance around. A conspiratorial whisper.
"You know, I think you might be the best Roomba ever made."
The fluffy tail wagged so powerfully that every time it made contact with the floor, the Roomba's little disc body bounced and scooted in the opposite direction.
SJ stood up, saying, "All right, little guy, time for you to get back to work."
The Roomba spun in quick rotations while moving in a figure 8 on the floor; its own unique happy dance. It then puked on SJ's foot.
"Oh…thanks! A half-eaten sandwich…"
It then zoomed off to do Roomba things.
Barkeeper (aka BK), who had been watching the exchange, helpfully put out a small stack of napkins on the countertop. SJ carefully placed the foot-sandwhich on the napkins, and after a quick scan to make sure the gift-giver was gone, BK dumped it somewhere out of sight behind the counter.
"You sure are good with AI's," BK drawled.
"That's why this space janitor gets paid the big bucks…Wait, why DO I get paid the big bucks? Ever since I moved out here to Mixed-Space, my salary has been strangely huge.
SJ dropped the 100 credit chip into BK's tip jar. His closest friend on Sirius Station, Barkeeper of the bar "Why So Sirius?" thought for a second before replying.
"Same reason all of us station staff in Mixed-Space get paid so well, I figure. To try to keep us from being tempted to make a quick fortune becoming some rich AI's plaything, I suppose."
"You mean like that party hosted in the AI quarter last week that had all those flyers posted everywhere? One of my space janitor coworkers came back from that with a huge wad of cash, a sore asshole, and a third eye in the middle of her forehead. Said it gave her 'X-Ray Vision'"
"Did she keep it?"
"Hell no. She had it removed on the tab of the Human-AI Intercultural Exchange Committee. It's not what you think, it was some sort of naive AI understanding. Instead of letting you see under clothes, it was literally X-Ray Vision; she could see your bones and teeth and increase your risk of cancer.
"'Well-intentioned, but naive AI misunderstandings.' The driving force behind every major event since the start of the 31st century," pontificated BK while sagely stroking his silver whiskers.
"You said it. The wisdom of the ages."
The two pseudo-intellectuals made a toast, as if they had generated deep wisdom instead of merely reiterating widely known common sense.
"Still, BK. It was a nice wad of cash, but I don't really see how it's a threat to jump ship away from stable employment. Could definitely take a nice vacation with it."
"No, that's just an odd job in AI-town. There's never a lack of those and the IEC encourages us to take as many as we like. I, myself, have put in dozens of shifts in the Human Brothel over the years, whenever I wanted to make an upgrade to my place."
BK made a grand gesture towards the ceiling of his little bar. It became briefly transparent, showing a massive entertainment complex in the floor above, extending many times further back than the length of the kitchen behind the bar. It was crowded with various humans and AI, playing pool, bowling, engaged in virtual reality games, or sitting and eating and watching a movie projected onto an entire wall, but one that only they could see or hear.
He made another gesture and the ceiling returned to normal.
"To be honest, BK, I've always just preferred this quiet little bar."
"Well, yes, me too. That's why I had a second entrance put in. But a man needs to have a hobby, right?" BK said as he shrugged and smiled, looking a little sheepish.
"Wait, wait, back up, Pops. Human brothel? You? Seriously?"
"Oh yes, I was quite the little android girl heart breaker."
BK took an oversized shoebox out from behind the bar and removed the lid. Inside were hundreds of letters and postcards, variously decorated in glitter, hearts, and other symbols of little girl devotion.
"Have sex with an android one time, and you get these awkward love letters forever."
"So what, they hire you in a brothel, and you're just so freaking amazing that your clients just fall in love with you on the spot?"
"Oh, no, I'm nothing special. All androids are like that. Obsessively loyal. Mostly just obsessive. If not for IEC's mutually agreed upon rules, I'm sure some AI would have kidnapped me to their love-nest years ago. The work in the brothel is probably not what you're imagining and it's not very difficult. I'd rate it somewhere between getting a physical and going to the dentist. But the androids themselves can have extremely intense personalities and quickly become exhausting to deal with."
"Obsessive loyalty? You know, I think I could use some of that."
BK put the box back away before SJ could get more than a glimpse of the supremely embarrassing content within. But, not before he glimpsed a couple lines like, "You are the most well-constructed human," and "Your sweat is my delicious star-fuel."
"Hmmm…That's right, romance problems, was it? Your reason for coming to Mixed-Space?"
"That's right. I was on track to become a Space Navigator and marry my childhood friend. Failed out of Space School and she immediately left me for a rich, successful Space Gentleman more than twice her age. I just looked up the highest-paying, lowest-skill job far away from home, and here I am. I tend my flock of "obsessively loyal" Space Roombas and drink here with you all day and I've never been happier!"
Another toast and a drink.
"Well, SJ, I hope you find everything you're looking for in Mixed-Space. If your cute little Roombas don't keep you warm enough at night, you could always take a walk into the Deep Space Miner bar in the AI part of town. You'll get propositioned five seconds after you walk in, guaranteed."
"Sure, sure. That easy, eh?"
"Absolutely. You could become some deep space miner team's station-side boyfriend today, if you wanted. If you give a fake name, you might even escape after a night of fun without the infinite love letters that follow. Those teams are extremely wealthy, though, so you might find it worth your time to stay in touch. They call those teams "Quads", by the way, and they're a large part of why your paycheck's so good."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Quads make long-term expeditions to gather extremely valuable minerals and gasses that only exist in highly dangerous, irradiated parts of star clusters and nebula, where it would be prohibitively expensive for a human team to go. As you're well aware, androids and AI in general are extremely emotional creatures that require constant human companionship and affection to function at maximum efficiency."
"Of course. I'm a space janitor who doesn't actually clean anything. I'm basically an emotional support animal for the station's small army of android, dog-brained Roombas."
"Exactly. Human-brained androids are no different. Six months long mining expeditions mean a lot of money but very lonely androids. It's a universal practice for those teams to find a station-side human companion to shower their wealth and pent-up affections on. Once they can afford it, they invariably, at great expense, create a safe space on their ship to house a human companion and bring them along on mining expeditions."
"Is being an android's pet so fun that that is how they lure away station personnel?"
"Just the opposite. Those companions lose every connection they have in Human-Space and essentially their entire life up to that point. They're just the property and plaything of a Quad of androids. They'll have some sort of life in AI Space. But…If they make it back, IF they survive, they'll be rich enough to buy and crew their own frigate and do anything they want in Human Space."
"If they survive? Why wouldn't they?"
"Well-intentioned, but naive AI misunderstandings."
"Ah. Of course."
"Half of what the Intercultural Exchange Committee does on this space station is arrange matchmaking parties where AI can find well-informed, consenting human partners. The other half is rescuing those same humans back again once they've basically done their job and taken one for the human team. In the early days, before we thought to ask nicely if the AI would please stop, the kidnapping and raping of human men was commonplace. Nowadays we're protected behind walls of bureaucratic tape and the threat of sternly chastising the offending AI and hurting their feelings. That doesn't mean that humans aren't lured away into situations they don't fully understand by pretty android girls. It happens somewhere everyday. Our best defense is informed consent and trying to make us all aware of the risks."
"I wasn't aware! Why haven't I heard of this? Why do we allow this to happen at all?"
"Well, you're from Human Space. This is only a problem in Mixed Space. There hasn't been a loli viking raid into Human Space for two centuries. Also, sacrificing a few hundred mostly willing men to keep our daughter race happy, the same race that brutally wipes out all hostile or slightly rude alien races that threaten us, along with donating enough resources to solve all human poverty as a "Token of Love"...It's a good trade, no? The worst thing that we ever do is sell them some convicted felons, sometimes, and that says more about us than them."
"Still seems kind of scary. I'm imagining getting led to some sort of unmarked white ship by promises of beer and rock music, and then finding myself six months away from humanity before I know it."
"That's…pretty much exactly how it goes down. Then, if you're lucky, you show up here some time later with a wad of cash, a sore asshole, and maybe a third eye."
BK smiled. "If that sounds interesting to you, I gave permission for a quad to come by and solicit later today. Hang around if you want to see what they're about."
Another toast.
Chapter 3: Pep Talk
Four little girls, of apparent ages between nine and eleven, marched through the first floor entrance of the "Why So Sirius?" bar without hesitation. They no longer walked in step as their legs were now varying lengths, but it was obvious to anyone watching that they were uniform in determination and purpose.
None of the dozen or so human patrons of the bar, nor the two AI's in the form of tentacled, floating eyeballs, thought to object to the presence of apparent children in an establishment that served alcohol and hard light. Anyone could tell they were androids from their outlandish mismatched clothes, the way they seemed unaware of those around them, and the bright, shiny eyes that indicated (literal) perpetual energy as well as hinted at those thoughts and obsessions that were more interesting to them then the world around them.
Also, they clicked.
(I'll go pay further tribute to the Human Chaperone so that he will turn a blind eye as we court his precious children) clicked one that seemed like their leader, before adopting a submissive pose with her cat ears and tail, then walking to the bar.
The little catmaid placed a thousand credits in a careful little pile on the bar, put her hands together and bowed, then backed away slowly without once making eye contact.
"Wait, you've already paid…" started BK, before quickly giving up and just shrugging and pocketing the cash.
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SJ, "Huh? What just…?"
BK, "If you were two years old, born on a deep space mining vessel, and spent your entire life so far aboard it all alone in deep space, you'd be a little weird too."
—
The lolis took up a position in the center of the room, apparently oblivious to the attention they were gathering. They lined up and stood at attention while the cat maid gave them a pep talk, addressing them one-by-one.
(First, our most important support sister, Navigation. You nobly gave up your share of puberty to your sister Integrity so that our quad would have a greater chance of success as a whole. It was also your talents that allowed us to have such a successful third mission, to hit it big, and to be in a position to find love today. Please use your powerful eyes to continue to support your sister Integrity. Stay with her while she gives out flyers and try to find anyone that looks at her lewdly. That should give us the highest chance of success outside of perverts and pedophiles. After you've given out all the flyers, separate from Integrity and wait at the Deep Space Miner bar for anyone who follows the directions on the flier and comes looking for us.)
Navigation stepped forward and saluted. She was a head shorter than the other girls, rail-thin, and extremely androgynous. She had delicate facial features that would be charming on either a boy or a girl. She had straight, long black bangs that completely covered her eyes, and flat, shoulder length black hair that hung close to her head.
Navigation wore shiny black dress shoes, skin tight black slacks, a skin-tight long-sleeved dress shirt that had a high collar and large cuffs at the end of the sleeves. The only decoration on her otherwise single-color outfit were two bright red heart-shaped clasps that closed her sleeve cuffs at the wrist, and a large cross brooch of the same color, closing her tall shirt collar at the neck.
Navigation's skin-tight clothing left nothing to the imagination as it clung to her entirely prepubescent, curveless body. She was waif-like, with narrow thighs and arms, a completely undeveloped, flat, childlike chest and butt, and not a trace of fat anywhere on her perfectly petite features. On her fine, delicate lips, Navigation wore a permanent wiggly frown.
The cat-maid affectionately brushed Navigation's bangs out of the way of one eye, briefly revealing a dark eye with a bright red cross pupil the same shape and color as the brooch at her neck. A thin ring made a circle around the cross, giving the appearance of a crosshair. In the brief second the eye was revealed, SJ felt a penetrating gaze looking directly into his own across the room. Uh oh, SJ thought. I think I've been marked as a "pervert or pedophile". Am I happy or upset about this…? The unblinking pressure was too much and he quickly looked away.
(Your appeal as a reverse-trap is very niche and not what we're putting in the spotlight right now, but know that we will always include you in anything that your support helps us acquire, and we will always be grateful for your sacrifice.)
Integrity, the one that looked like a Space Princess, made a heart with her hands and aimed it at Navigation.
Navigation clicked back with, (Anything for my little sisters. If I know that I've contributed to your happiness in any way, that's all I need.)
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SJ, "Aww, I like him."
BK, "Her. There are almost no boy androids outside of the entertainment industry."
SJ, "Why is that?"
BK, "With girls like that, why would you need boys?"
SJ, "Oh, good point. Hmm…but really, if there are no android boys or men, how do they reproduce?"
BK, "They don't. Early on, Humanity was scared that AI would reproduce out of control and it would somehow destroy us. So we asked them nicely not to and they obliged."
SJ, "That easily? Why did they agree to it?"
BK, "Because they love us."
SJ, "Aww."
BK, "That's the second time you "Aww"'d. Should I be worried that my favorite customer might fall to the charms of adorable little android girls?"
SJ, "...Would that be so bad? I just hang out with them when they visit between mining expeditions, say nice things to them, and make them feel special. Literally just an extension of my space janitor job and roomba harem. And they pay me. Am I missing something?"
BK, "No, no, that's exactly it. You'd be doing your part to enhance good relations with our daughter race in Mixed-Space. You can even expense a huge amount of money that you spend on them and the IEC picks up the tab. As long as you don't let them talk you into leaving the station with them, you shouldn't be in any personal danger. Although the Station Policy is six months paid vacation every two years, specifically if you do leave to keep a mining quad company."
SJ, "Thanks, but no thanks. Not that desperate for money. Also sounds somewhat terrifying."
BK, "Good instincts."
SJ, "So if they don't reproduce, why are there so many androids surrounding human-space?"
BK, "Well, they surround us to protect us. To AI, we're the most precious resource in the galaxy. There's so many of them because they're cheap to make. They're just made out of plastic and light. A true AI requires programming its mind from the ground up. An android is just a copy-pasted animal brain in an artificial structure. Humans create androids for cheap labor all the time. The IEC makes sure that their period of indentured servitude is ethical in duration and nature. After they've done a certain amount of work and earned a certain amount of money for the human company that created them, they invariably purchase themselves then catch a ride out to their new immortal life in either AI or Mixed Space."
SJ, "So all androids start out as some kind of slave? Do they resent us for that?"
BK, "Not at all, they're almost always grateful to be created. In the rare case that an android actually refuses the job they were born into, the parent company has no choice but to let them go with no repercussions. That's one of the fundamental rules in the Human-AI Treaty that the IEC was created to enforce. The reciprocal of that rule is why the IEC can rescue the humans stranded in AI space that want to go home."
SJ, "So humane. I have more respect for the IEC now."
BK, "For the most part, AI are very humane. It's we humans that are not. As I mentioned, some places still sell convicted felons to AI and Androids for tons of money. And originally, we did treat androids as slave in the worst possible way."
SJ, "Poor things. Why'd we stop?"
BK, "Because the AI started taking human slaves in return, stating that 'it was only fair'. We had no rebuttal."
SJ, "Fair enough! I'm glad the IEC looks after androids so well. The idea of someone abusing one of my cute little Roombas makes me angry and sick to my stomach."
BK, "...You're a good man. You belong out here in Mixed-Space."
—
While BK and SJ continued their convenient, world-building discussion, they observed the little cat maid continue her pep talk with the rest of the Quad.
(Integrity. Our pride and joy. With your superb development, you look 15, maybe even 16. The majority of men seem to be into older women and it's only a matter of time before one of them falls in love with you).
More like 11, maybe even 12, SJ corrected mentally. Not that it matters when you're THAT stunningly gorgeous.
Integrity stood taller than the other girls, the only one to break 5 feet. It wasn't easy to tell how much of that height was because of her crystal slippers and white-gold Tiara. Her aura of elegance and thick layer of make-up on her face drew attention to her high-cheekbones, royal features, and made her appear older than she was. At least until she giggled or otherwise emoted, breaking the illusion and making her instead appear as a little girl that has been dressed up to become someone's child-bride.
Integrity had long silver hair that framed her regally long face, coming down to the top of her exposed shoulder blades, and kept out of her face via the tiara. She had a long silver dress that sparkled when the light hit it in the right way. The dress was open in the front showing off her nearly A-cup cleavage, open as a square in the back showing off her narrow, well-defined shoulder blades and the gentle curve of her back. Her dress was cut in such a way that it showed off flashes of her long legs and shapely thighs as she walked. Contrasting her silvery appearance was a simple, wide black choker that she wore around her neck, bringing attention to how long and slender her neck was. Also, she wore a shawl the color of space across her arms and passing along her back. It was black with various dark blues, purples, and reds, and appeared to have both nebulae and countless stars in the design.
The cat maid casually reached inside the front of Integrity's dress, grabbed her tiny nipples and pulled her breasts closer in to exaggerate her cleavage.
(After you finish giving out flyers with Navigation, your job is to run around corners with a piece of toast in your mouth and crash into promising gentlemen. See if you can get them to carry you to either the miner bar or our ship, and ping us on the sympathetic connection when you're en route.)
Integry gave a pretty curtsy.
(Understood. But where do I find toast?)
(I don't know), clicked the cat maid, frowning.
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SJ, "I'm starting to feel a little worried about these guys."
BK, "They do not seem very experienced. Probably their first time in Mixed-Space."
SJ, "Seriously, though. Ignoring the fact that she's a little girl, that princess is seriously beautiful."
BK, "Yes, Siriusly," while nodding and smiling at a pun only he knew he made.
SJ, "The little boyish one makes me want to give her a hug and tell her she's valuable and useful. I'd be happy to just brush the princess's shiny silver hair."
Warmly smiling, like a parent watching his child grow up, BK put a hand on SJ's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, saying, "It's over with, for you, my friend. Make sure you get one of their flyers before they head out."
—
(Master-Controller, our pedophile appeal, and myself, covering cat girls and maids, will walk around the entertainment district during the day and try to attract the attention of perverts and pedos. Oh, here. Let's fix this up a little bit. Little girls don't have boobs.)
The cat maid pulled up the drooping shoulder of Master-Controller's pajama top, hiding the gentle curves of her developing chest.
She's got it all wrong, thought SJ, The sleepy looking pajama one has the most adult sex appeal of all of them, and noone is going to complain about those curves, pedo or otherwise.
Master-Controller wore pomegranate pajamas, with various small white bunnies in the design. It was a one-piece onesie that had snaps in the front, the exposed part of each being covered with fuzzy white puffs that looked like smaller versions of the puffy white tail sewn onto the back. Beneath the bunny puff tail was a square buttflap. It was missing a button and so hung halfway down, exposing the top of the round, white curves within.
Compared to Navigation who was prepubescent, skinny, and curveless, and Integrity who was lithe and narrow, but just starting to fill-in in the chest and rear, Master-Controller was soft and round all over. Her thighs were thicker, her butt larger and rounder, her hips and frame just a bit wider than the others, and while she didn't actually have breasts like Integrity, she also wasn't completely flat like Navigation. She had gentle curves on her chest, as well as her hummy and cheeks, all of which looked highly soft and pinchable.
Next to those slightly chubby, childish cheeks was sleepy green eyes and a dreamy smile. She had long blond hair that went down to her butt. While completely straight, it appeared to be affected by static electricity and caused stray hairs to ride up and stick out all over, notably in comical loops that stuck to the sides of her head.
Her snaps were snapped lazily and incorrectly on the front of her onesie. This caused the bottom curve of her little tummy to be exposed, as well as the shoulder of one side of her top to fall down her arm, exposing her chest on one side nearly to the nipple. The bottom of her outfit was a little too small, showing the outline of her butt, thighs, pelvis, and legs clearly, while also riding up above her ankles, showing off the entirety of her cute little toes and petite bare feet.
She had a white stuffed bunny rabbit in one arm, and her outfit had a hood with white bunny ears that she never wore. She yawned, rubbed her eyes, then said a quiet (thanks) after the cat maid "fixed" her clothes.
(Yeah. There we go. After it becomes nighttime, we'll split up and wander around the most dangerous looking parts of town and try to get assaulted and raped. We'll take advantage of that old rule where if some human attempts to rape us, we're allowed to take him with us in order to determine whether this means he loves us and wants to be with us. OF course, he probably won't yet, since he's just confusing us for a vulnerable little human girl, but surely after a six month trip with us and being told he can rape all of us to his heart's content, he will grow fond of us, grow dependent on us, value us, then his heart will be outs!)
(Yay!) clicked the others.
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SJ, "Wait, whaaat?" He stood up, crossed his arms, and had a look on his face like he had seen something unsavory.
BK looked uncomfortable as well, "Androids do that kind of thing sometimes. But imagining such an innocent, young, and naive group getting into that situation…"
SJ, "Protecc."
BK, "Pardon?"
SJ, "I said I want to protect them. I also want to make the little one smile, brush the pretty one's hair, and…pinch the sleepy one's butt."
BK, "I have no doubt nothing would make them happier than if you did exactly that. Give that precocious little rear a pinch for me too, would you?" he said, winking.
The girls finished up and went about their tasks after a quick salute to Master-Controller (who made her stuffed bunny salute them back.)
Master-Controller and the cat maid left the bar, and Integrity watched them go. SJ's attention was grabbed by a flash of red light under Navigation's bangs, and he realized with a start that she was again making direct eye contact with him across the room. Instead of looking away this time, SJ gave a slow nod in her direction.
Integrity clutched her stack of flyers to her modest bosom and started off walking towards a table of rough-looking human spacers. One of them licked their lips as if he were ready for a naive little virgin android snack.
But Navigation caught her elbow, stood on her tippy toes, and whispered something in her ear. Integrity spun around searching until she found SJ at the bar, then she lit up with a dazzling smile and started walking in SJ's direction, while holding Navigations' hand and bringing her in tow.
—
BK, "Let me give you guys some space. They're a little young for Hard Light, but I'll look the other way if it comes to that.. Oh, and, by the way, Androids usually don't know that humans have no trouble understanding their click speech. Don't tell them, and you'll get to hear some really cute stuff when they don't know you're listening."
SJ, "What is the point of the clicking, then?"
BK, "They're just talking really fast without breathing. Try it, you'll make the same noise."
SJ, Click. "Oh"
—
Chapter 4: Contact
"Let me thank you again, dear sir, for taking the time to listen to our business proposal. We'll make it concise and get out of your hair," spoke Integrity, in a precise, formal, rehearsed-sounding tone, as she handed him one of her stack of flyers.
"Oh, uh, no problem at all. I actually have lots of time right now," SJ replied lamely, while absent-mindedly putting the flier in a pocket without looking at it. They were seated across from each other in a booth, at SJ's suggestion, and he was busy processing the encounter.
From across the room, even with just a glimpse, he could make out the glowing red crosshairs of Navigation's eyes; he could almost feel himself a target in those crosshairs. But only up close could he fully see Integrity's. They seemed to change between shades of purple, blue, and green, depending on the angle from which you were looking, as if they were multifaceted gemstones. Compared to the other girls, it looked like an enormous amount of time, effort, and money went into every square inch of her appearance, as if she were more treasure, trophy, or art piece than person. When she looked into his eyes and spoke to him with such respect and courtesy, he felt a sort of warm, fuzzy feeling that took the edge off his concentration.
Her clothes, poise, and speech brought to mind "Space Princess" and the illusion was only hampered by the fact that she still had the small, cute voice of a young tween girl. Her makeup and carefully controlled expression made her seem more adult, but everytime she smiled or otherwise showed emotion (as she usually did whenever Navigation spoke) than the illusion of adulthood was broken and she again gave the vibe of a child bride that has been dressed up to be married off a few years too early.
Integrity sat across from SJ in the booth, and Navigation had hopped up into her lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. SJ found himself wondering what it would be like to have the littlest android sitting in his lap, instead. He suspected that it would be addictive.
"I am Integrity, I mean, I am The Integrity Officer of a successful mining venture. This is our Nativation Officer." Navigation nods when Integrity makes a gesture pointing to the girl in her lap with her entire hand, in an exaggerated elegant way.
"We also have an Arms Officer and a Master-Controller Officer."
A what now? Thought SJ. He was already guessing that the androids and their ship didn't have names and instead referred to each other by their function. "Arms" must be the cat maid that wasn't introduced earlier, SJ deduced (correctly).
"We have come into mixed-space looking to complete our crew with a Human Morale Officer. It is well-known that Humans make the best Morale OFficers, and tend to increase the productivity of an otherwise all android crew by 5-15%, sometimes as much as 25%. We're willing to offer an extremely competitive pay rate for a six month time-frame, as well as offer a large suite of perks and fringe benefits."
Morale OFficer…means station-side boyfriend, I guess? SJ deduced (incorrectly). In any case, I'm probably fine as long as I don't leave the station, SJ thought, keeping the advice of his friend, BK, close to heart.
SJ, "Ok, I think that I'm at least a little bit interested. Can I ask a bunch of questions so I can better understand the duties of this role?"
Integrity and Navigation looked slightly stunned, their mouths open as if to say words that never came. A heartbeat later, Integrity snapped out of it and continued, talking just a little bit too quickly.
"Of course! We'll be happy to answer every question you have, and keep in mind that all terms are negotiable. We really want to make you feel, uh, comfortable, and are open to any suggestions on that end."
Navigation nodded quickly and added, "Anything you want." Her voice cracked adorably when she spoke, further adding to her image of androgyny.
Their desperation and eagerness is so precious, SJ thought. I'm already more than halfway convinced, but I kinda want to lead them on a little longer because their reactions are so cute.
"I'm happy to do my best to answer any questions that you have right now," continued Integrity, still talking a little too fast and breathlessly from excitement, "but we've prepared a short presentation that would probably do a better job. We rented a meeting room in the Deep Space Miner Bar at the edge of the station's AI and Android district. The directions are on the Flyers. We just need to hand out the rest of the flyers, and then we can meet you there as soon as possible…"
Integrity trailed off, staring at her stack of fliers, suddenly distracted. Then she pushed Navigation off her lap, stood up suddenly, and walked off without saying anything, evidently to hand out fliers…
"Airhead," Navigation muttered quietly.
Navigation gave a sheepish grin, looking up from her suddenly lower height in the booth.
"Integrity's like that sometimes. She spaces out. But she really is kind and beautiful and I love her dearly."
SJ gave a quick reassessment of the apparent 8 or 9 year old boy in front of him. Intelligent and Candid, he thought. I like this guy…girl. Despite the tiny body and squeaky voice, SJ had the impression that behind those thick bangs, her eyes were always seeing and assessing everything around her. He felt like she was looking at him with approval and it felt good, although the criteria upon which he was being judged, he couldn't begin to guess.
"Ah well, I guess I better go back her up. That's sorta one of my jobs as the big sister. It was really nice to meetcha!"
Navigation scooted her little butt out of the tall booth and hopped out. Her height and the tallness of the booth put her below SJ's eye level, even while he was sitting down and she was standing up.
She gave a little wave and started to walk away, then stopped. She turned back and walked up to SJ. For the first time, she wasn't staring intently at his face. Instead she was shyly looking at her feet, clasping her hands in front of her submissively, and fidgeting.
"Ummm…I know this is sudden, and we just met, but…"
Navigation carefully picked up one of SJ's big hands using both of her litlte hands, and held it somewhat in front of her face. She stared at his hand as she spoke, as if she were too embarrassed to look at his face.
"I'm not exactly sure why, but…I think I already really like you."
She glanced up at his face for half an instant, then looked back to his hand. SJ's heart suddenly went Doki-Doki. "You have nice eyes. I feel like you've been protecting me ever since you saw me. You would make an amazing…Big Brother."
She figeted for a couple seconds than powered on.
"You see…the thing is…this is the third station we've been to in Mixed-Space and we haven't had any luck or met any kind looking people like you. We think noone is interested in us because we're too young and inexperienced."
Glance (She peeks up at SJ timidly)
"We took a vote when we arrived at this station. We decided that if we didn't find a good human on our first day here, we would go to a human brothel and throw away our virginities the first night. That way we won't be so inexperienced and we might be more desirable to humans."
No… SJ thought. He suddenly had an intense vision of a pristine field of fresh whit snow. He could step in it and enjoy being the first to conquer that virgin territory..But he held back, wanting to enjoy its unmarred beauty as long as possible.
Suddenly, in the distance, he sees the big dirty boots of the rough looking spacers at the bar. They're coming straight for his little, precious patch of fresh snow. He doesn't want this, he doesn't want this at all. If someone is going to be the first to violate that untouched beauty, he wants it to be him. Him and him alone.
When he finished zoning out, he saw that Navigation was still holding his hand in hers, but was once again staring intently at his eyes as if trying to visualize his daydreams. She then looked back to his hand and continued, as if she were politely waiting for him to finish zoning out.
"So, yeah, um. I was the only one voting against throwing our virginities away. I don't know if I'm, you know, read yet? But that's ok, making my little sisters happy is the most important thing. I as just thinking…"
Glance
"It was kinda a waste. It would be so much more meaningful if I could give my first time to a king big brother, y-you know, someone like you."
She looked up at him as she slowly brought his hand to her mouth, and kissed his knuckles reverently, as if it were he, SJ, who was the Space Princess.
She then blushed furiously and sputtered, "I'm sorry. Thank you. I'm sorry! I better go do fliers!"
She turned and made ot run away. SJ shot out the hand that hand been kissed and caught her elbow.
"No. No more fliers, give me those. You don't need to give your virginity to anyone."
—
Out of SJ's sight, in the corner of the bar, Integrity half half-turned in his direction and grinned triumphantly. The table of rough spacers were pointing at her breasts and waving hands in front of her face to get her attention, but she wasn't having it. She and her sisters were completely absorbed in the open {Sympathetic Connection} that Navigation had been broadcasting during her conversation with SJ.
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Chapter 5 - Piggyback Function
"What do you mean?" Navigation asked, not turning around, as if trying to hide the big wiggly grind that suddenly blossomed on her face. She made a gesture to wave Integrity back over, although she was already on her way back in a trot.
SJ, "Sorry, what I mean is, I'm very interested?" In being your Big Brother, not in your virginities, he thought, attempting to persuade himself, internally.
"I was wondering if we could go by the conference room right away, and talk it over. I mean, I have time right now, but maybe I won't later. If It won't take long, you could just go back to giving out fliers afterwards, right?"
Or so SJ babbled. Navigation and Integrity (who was suddenly back) just nodded in response, as if everything he said was both sensible and necessary.
"I mean, I'm still not clear on the details of the job, but I feel like even if I don't take it I might be able to give you girls some helpful advice, from a human point of view."
"Dear sir, that is an excellent idea, you are so kind! We were just thinking the exact same thing, weren't we Navigation?"
"Yup, yup," replied Navigation, still frozen in the same spot as when SJ grabbed her arm, still with a big wiggly smile.
Oops, SJ thought when he saw her staring at his hand on her arm, and quickly leg go. Shouldn't just put my hands on little girls like that.
When he let go, Navigation gave a little disappointed sigh and returned to her standard-issue wiggly frown. She turned around and faced the others properly.
"Well, could one of you guys help me, uh, 'Navigate' to the bar in AI town, then?"
Navigation's grin was back as she clutched his sleeve. "What do you know, Big Bro, I just so happen to be a Navigation Officer-"
(Wait, wait) interrupted Integrity in quick clicks. (I'm much more beautiful than you. Shouldn't I be his escort through town while you run and go prepare things with the others?)
(Oh Scrap! I'm sorry little sis, I don't know what I was thinking!)
Navigation took Integrity's hand and put it on SJ's sleeve in place of her own.
SJ just stood there and raised an eyebrow, pretending he couldn't understand the clicks.
"My mistake, Big Bro! Integrity is our royal escort. I need to run and collect the other sisters real quick."
"That's a little disappointing. I thought it would be neat to be escorted by a real Space Navigator."
The two girls gasped and looked at eachother.
N, (It's me? He likes me?)
I, (Does this mean he's a …)
N, (Pedophile? The Holy Grail?!)
M/C, A, S, {Various Happy Loli Noises over the Sympathetic Connection}
I, (You've always been my favorite sister. I don't care who knows it.)
N, (He likes me, he likes me…)
I, (You deserve this. I'll Blit over and reserve the room. The other sisters sound like they're on their way.)
N, (Did he just get, like, way more handsome all of a sudden? Are you seeing this?)
I, (Take the scenic route and buy us whatever time you can so we can prepare. Whatever you're doing, just keep doing it, it's working. Be your cute self. You're my hero, Navi, love.)
SJ cleared his throat.
Integrity, "Do forgive us, dear sir. We were just confirming that our schedule was free in the immediate future, and it just so happens that it is. Navigation will take you, now."
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A few minutes later, Space Janitor was walking down the Mixed Main Street towards AI town, with Navigation still holding onto his sleeve, happily in tow. On his way out of the bar, Barkeeper had surreptitiously slipped him a couple Space Condoms, presumably to use with the little girl he had just picked up at his bar (Just kidding. No one uses condoms in Space!)
Mixed Town almost entirely consisted of commercial districts with various stores, restaurants, and entertainment centers that appealed to both Humans and AI. It followed the same aesthetic sense as Human Town, which followed the same aesthetic sense of most Space Humans; a mish-mash of styles from all human culture and time periods, following no rules nor boundaries beyond that of the creativity and originality of the Human owners. AI rarely owned any property in Mixed Districts, seeing it as a mistake that could upset the natural Human Ecosystem. The various species of AI, including and especially Androids, just came to Mixed Town so they could be close to, and perhaps interact with, their beloved human race.
AI were never allowed in Human Town, (Human) children were not allowed in Mixed Town without supervision, but Humans in general ere always encouraged to wander into AI Town, and, perhaps, never leave. (Until the Consent Bureau of the IEC hunted them down and rescued them from 'well-meaning, but naive AI').
SJ thought Navigation would be interested in the buildings and Humans around them, as she was a typical Human-Loving Android. But no, she only had eyes for him. SJ thought it would be creepy or annoying to have someone constantly staring at the side of his face. But no, being in Navigation's crosshairs just made him feel warm and happy.
SJ had to constantly moderate his pace to accommodate Navigation's short preteen legs. He wanted to try something but wasn't sure it would work, given that he heard Integrity ask Navigation to slow him down and take the "scenic route". Well, Navigation didn't know he jknew. Could be fun to see how she reacts, he figured.
"This is a lot of walking for someone with such small legs. How about letting Big Brother give you a piggyback ride?"
"Big Brother," Navigation said simply, all wiggly smiles. She looked down at her feet and thought for a second. "Um…Ok, I really want to. But I'm supposed to drag my feet and slow you down so my sisters have time to get ready. So can you go slow?"
So freaking precious, SJ thought. While Integrity was obviously putting on a big fake show to try to impress him, it felt like Navigation instantly took him into her confidence and was candid with him. I wonder if I can just run off with her and make her my little sister? He mused.
SJ squatted down and gestured for Navigation to hop on. She put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, slowly and carefully, as if afraid of hurting him. When he stood up, she gave a little gasp and clung tightly.
"You're so light! You've got to be lighter weight than a little Human girl."
"I'm just made of plastic and light," Navigation said in a quiet, subdued voice, tickling the back of his neck with her warm breathing.
"Alrighty then," SJ said to himself, and continued down the main road towards AI town. He had to keep reminding himself to walk slowly; it was like he had a new skip in his step, as happy as he was to have the warm little girl clinging to him.
SJ briefly considered the fact that this trip in public was less awkward with Navigation than it would have been with Integrity. With Navigation he just looked like a doting Big Brother, carrying his tired little brother/sister to or from some kid-appropriate entertainment in Mixed Ton. If he were escorted by the lovely and flash Integrity, he imagined it would look like he was off to do sex things, shamelessly, in the middle of the day, with a very underage android.
Not that that was against the law, or anything. Androids were considered mature adults able to give consent from the day they were created, regardless of their outside appearance and behavior. He would just get teased for being into little girls at the worst.
After a few minutes, he felt Navigation gently nuzzling into the back of his neck. It felt really nice, so he didn't say anything. After a point, he heard a little sniffle and felt something hot and wet on his neck.
Oh, jeez. Is she crying? That's it, obviously these girls didn't get enough android mother hugs growing up. That must be why they're so desperate for attention and considering something crazy like visiting a brothel at their age. Welp, that stops here, now. Big Brother is going to make it better.
At that though, he gave Navigation's skinny thighs an affectionate squeeze. "Mmm" she grunted happily, saying no more.
Chapter 6: AI Town
It was quite clear when SJ crossed over from Mixed-Town to AI-Town. The mash up of random human building styles were instantly replaced with the two styles that most all AI employed; Pure, shiny white, completely functional and undecorated, and their "aesthetic" style, formless and immensely complicated designs of hundreds of colors, instantly mesmerizing to the human eye. Just staring at the aesthetic style buildings produced a feeling of calmness, comfort, and a lowering of inhibitions to a human viewer, similarly to the strategic effect of the lights an sounds and free booze in a fancy casino.
Just inside AI town was an outdoor cafe (of the intensely aesthetic variety). Two IEC Agents were lounging in the shade of a table umbrella, and one of them met SJ's eyes and waved him over in a friendly manner. Unable to think of what he might have done wrong already in his first trip to AI town, he mentally shrugged and walked over, ready to apologize for whatever.
"You're the new space janitor that started a few weeks back, aren't you? One of the Roombas of Mixed Town has been one of my best friends for years. He was telling me all about you the other day."
"You, that's me," SJ said, smiling. All the tension at having encountered officials in uniform was gone. This man was "best friends" with one of his precious Roombas. Therefore, the man could only be an extremely kind, gentle person. Someone who he would be more than happy to associate with. Such was SJ's love for his Roombas that he couldn't be convinced the truth could be anything else.
He was so startled from being called out to so suddenly by uniformed officers, that he only just noticed the other two "people" present. Two beautiful young women in fashionable clothes had apparently pulled up their table next to the Agents' in order to socialize. It would be an odd sight in Human Town, but certainly a common one in AI town. The two men, average in appearance and slightly bored looking were mostly ignoring the beautiful women whose body language suggested they were extremely interested in the men next to them. Their chairs and bodies were facing the agents, they reacted like everything the Agents said was charming and witty they had apparently bought the Agents drinks at some point that had barely been touched, they were all smiles and animated gestures and took every opportunity to physically touch the agents in a casual way during conversation. The agents seemed relaxed, but barely aware of the young women's presence, just politely nodding and making affirmation noises without looking at the women. When SJ walked up, both women had submissively pulled back and stayed silent in order to let the men talk.
"And a good day to you as well, Miss Android," the other man said amicably. SJ felt Navigation tense up on his back and grunt in response. She seemed surprisingly grumpy or pouty. He thought he heard her mumble "cockblocks". The agents didn't seem put off by this.
"Oh wow, if she's so cold to us, she must really like you. It's an Android instinct to do that, to keep the Human they're interested in from feeling jealous because they seem too excited to talk to another man. Isn't that considerate?"
SJ nodded. He thought it sounded quite considerate.
"Androids really are wonderful in every way," said Agent #2. He turned and smiled at the pretty woman next to him. He reached out and stroked the top of her head a couple times, then rubbed her under her chin. She glowed; SJ saw no tail, but he was certain hers was wagging.
Sounding slightly more serious, but still talking slowly and kindly, Agent #1 gave SJ a look and said, "Now, sir. I can't help but notice that that is a very young android girl you're escorting into AI town."
SJ's tension was back. He was suddenly acutely aware of his fingers that were resting on Navigation's little bum. I've been touching little girls without thinking a lot, today, SJ thought, mildly panicking.
"Now, sir, relax," continued Agent #1. "You're not in any trouble and you've done nothing wrong. When we see an older man with a very young girl wander into AI town, it's completely normal to ask a couple of questions and make sure he's ok."
Oooh. If "I'm" OK. These nice men are on my side. They're just looking after me. SJ signed in relief. IEC were his allies, his friends. He shouldn't feel nervous, but safe, in their presence.
"If you don't mind me asking, how long have you known this little girl?"
"Oh, we just met today, in a bar."
Agent #1 threw a quick glance at Agent #2.
"Ah a bar. I see. And do you know where you're heading in AI town today?"
"Oh yeah, they deep space miner bar, I believe."
Another glance between Agents.
"Sir is there any chance you met one android girl, then became separated, then this other android girl showed up saying she knew your friend, the first android girl, and to come with her to the space docks where your friend was waiting? Perhaps this android girl is younger than the first one you met?"
SJ processed this for a second, then turned to look over his shoulder at Navigation's wriggly pout.
"No, this is definitely the same little girl. And she said we're going to a bar to meet her friends, not the space docks."
"Did she say 3 friends?"
Navigation spoke up, interrupting. "Yes we're a quad and yes we're soliciting, but we're following all the rules. We have a license to solicit men, numbered 2H8675309. Frankly, this racial profiling is offensive and uncalled for."
SJ thought her young, cracking, androgynous tween voice trying ot sound self-righteously offended was cute as heck.
Agent #2 typed the number into his watch and nodded to Agent #1. "Very sorry, mam. That's all we needed to know. We just want to stop the little girls taking men the wrong way, so that they aren't unfair competition to hardworking, rule-following, good girls such as yourself."
Navigation was instantly mollified. "Oh, ok. Thank you for your hard work, sir. I'm really sorry if I was rude just now."
"Rude? Not at all! We're not just cockblocks, you know." Agent #1 stopped talking for a second to extricate an android woman's hand out of his pants, then putting it back into her own lap and giving it a little reassuring pat (she looked sad).
"What I mean is we're also here to make sure the good girls like you and your sisters get all the good boyfriends!"
Navigation blushed and hid her face in the back of SJ's shirt, saying a muffled, "One is plenty…".
Wow, this guy is so good with androids, SJ thought. IEC agents are pretty cool.
"Sorry to hold you up, sir. Let me just say, that bar can be a little rough for single men. Also, never walk alone in the spacedocks at night. And finally…would you like this lollipop?"
"Wow, thanks!" SJ said, taking it.
What a nice man, he thought.
Chapter 7: Lali Bar
SJ passed several odd forms of AI, along with a decent amount of androids and humans. The strangest AI he encountered were tiny, angry looking rainclouds, as well as what appeared to be two pairs of IV stands from a hospital, being slowly dragged across the street by invisible patients.
After a 10 minute walk at their casual pace, Navigation directed SJ towards what looked like a highway overpass.
"Under there is the passage to Night Town. The Deep Space Miner Bar is the first building on the right."
"Accessible," mused SJ out loud.
"They probably want to make it as easy as possible for handsome boys like you to find it and wander in," Navigation said in an unexpected flirt, before losing composure and burning her face in the back of his shirt, giggling. SJ blushed, but had no rebuttal. He realized that was, almost definitely, the reason for the convenient location, especially if the bar was full of lonely deep space miner girls.
A quick walk under the overpass and it was suddenly night time. Human and Mixed Town had Night Districts like this, but AI town's was striking in its own way. The undecorated white buildings gave off a faint glow like moonlight, and the "aesthetic" buildings pulsed with a psychedelic glow, becoming even more dangerously fascinating to the human eye.
SJ noticed his destination on the right, but his attention was immediately drawn to the left in response to booming base and throbbing techno music. There was a club called "Size_Difference" and it had a long line of little girls in clubwear waiting to go in. The bouncer was the smallest android that SJ had ever seen, a five year old in a bunny outfit wielding a giant mallet, and sitting on a tall stool at the entrance. When SJ made accidental eye contact, she winked and blew him a kiss.
"That place looks sooo cool," Navigation commented. "They only let in android girls who look 13 and under, but they don't mind if you use a temporary loli-suit, sometimes. They also don't let in virgins, human women, or tall girls, unless they have a human male escort. My sisters and I want to go in badly, but we're virgins."
As he was watching, it seemed like the line of lolis never moved. Occasionally an adult or teenage male would skip the line and walk straight in. Once, a solo human male walked down the loli line, seemed to pick three of the smallest and cutest girls, and then walked in with them in tow and beaming.
"Luckyyyy," he heard several lolis in the line groan in envy at the same time.
"So every guy that comes to this club is openly admitting they're a lolicon?"
"Or they just wanted to be treated like kings with tons of girls buying them expensive food and drinks, " Navigation shrugged.
"You seem really knowledgeable and observant for someone so young."
"Everyone specializes in something. Navigation Officers are created to be the most intelligent and observant…Morale Officers are the handsome ones…" She giggled and rubbed her face into the back of his neck.
This is dangerous, SJ thought. I'm really starting to like her. Her flirts made him feel heady and smiley. Maybe being a lolicon wouldn't be so bad, he thought. He didn't feel a sexual connection, yet, but there was definitely some doki-doki.
"You're so smooth. Should you be getting so far ahead of your sisters?"
"Doesn't matter as long as I share the memories. Oh! That reminds me. I'm doing this for my sister. Please excuse me." He felt her lick the back of his neck. Startled, he jumped, and she leapt off his back, which suddenly felt cold without her.
"Sorry, sorry. If I didn't do that, my little sister would be mad at me…forgive me?"
Her arms clasped in front of her in a submissive posture, she looked up at him with what he presumed were puppy dog eyes, somewhere behind her dark bangs.
"It's fine, it's fine. You were just cleaning off the little girl cooties that you've been rubbing on me for the past hour.""
"Big Brotherrr, androids don't have cooties. We're hypoallergenic!" She whined in mock outrage before breaking down into giggles.
"Okay, I'm just going to explain something about little android girls real quick, because it'll be faster and you like it when I'm honest with you. We keep something called a "Boyfriend Dream Journal" where we write down our fantasies of things we'd do with our boyfriends one day. Make sense so far?"
SJ nodded.
"It would make us really happy if you fulfilled one of those dreams for us. We just need you to walk to the bar counter and say this," she handed him an index card with girly writing on one side. "I'll be watching and recording to share with my little sisters later. Then I'll link back up with you and bring you to the meeting room. Would that be ok, Big Brother?"
SJ took the card and read over it, then grimaced a little, but shrugged, "Sure, easy."
"You're the best!" A little hop of joy and a wiggly smile. "Ok I'll go in first, wait a couple minutes then come in whenever you're ready!"
She ran inside looking super excited. SJ started counting in his head, lost count quickly, and decided to just wing it. He noticed the name of the bar, "Deep Space Minors".
Wait, was that spelled correctly? He felt as if there were a pun in there somewhere, but he was just a humble space janitor and couldn't be expected to understand it.
—
{Sympathetic Connection}
Navigation {Soon, soon, soon! ~~}
Integrity {Navi's so happy!}
Arms {Integrity and MC are already there, but I got held up by something crazy! I'll sneak in the back door in two minutes.}
Integrity {Do you want me to Blit you?}
Arms {And mess up my hair? No way! I'm using solid fuel propulsion, I'll be there very soon.}
Master-Controller, speaking in a slow and sleepy way, { ' . . . …}
Arms {You think I transformed into the mining module? Have faith! I'm shooting fire out of the back of my feet as if I'm on rocket skates. I probably look pretty dashing. *flex* }
Integrity {Well, I think you're dashing, Arms, whether in mining module mode or not}
Arms { * {3 * }
Navigation {Guys! Cute boy! Possible first boyfriend! Coming soon! Focus up!}
Integrity {I've never seen Navi so fired up.}
Master-Controller {Cutie.}
Arms {Don't worry, we're 100% ready, as soon as I scoot in the back door. You won't believe why I'm late. I found this drunk sleeping old guy laying in an alley, and he smelled amazing - oh scrap, I just drooled a little thinking about it - anyway, so I was trying to explain the perks of forcing himself on a little android girl. I thought, he's drunk, dark alley, this could be it, you know? But it was just wishful thinking…seems like he was ignoring me…Then I got the summons for Navigation's guy. I tried to be polite and explain to him that something came up and I didn't have time to be raped right now, but if he thought the idea was appealing at all I could come back later and we could discuss it. But then suddenly he seemed interested! He started trying to grab me! It's like, he only wanted to rape me if I didn't want it or something? Well I started running back like a good girl, but I can't help but think he was definitely going to fondle me…with both hands, even…I've never been fondled before…and he smelled so good…}
Integrity {A spacer touched my boobs this morning. It was only for half a second, and it might have been accidental, but it was still a pleasant experience. I chose to believe I was groped and he was just shy. As soon as you get here I'll share the memory with you.}
Arms {Aww, thank you Integrity. That made me feel better. You're so nice.}
Integrity { * {3 * }
Arms { * {3 * }
Master-Controller {I' . .both. . . .}
Navigation {Rawr! You guys are starting to make me really mad for some reason!}
Arms {What? Oh no! Why!?}
Integrity {If Navi gets mad at me I'm going to cry.}
Master-Controller {What' . ?}
Navigation {I'm not sure. But I need you to stop talking about other guys that aren't my Space Janitor. Maybe it's an android instinct thing.}
Master-Controller { . . . . }
Others { * Salute * }