-RECORDING 7-
"This is why you should be aware of where you are going."
My fool of a sister was almost crushed by a piston just before this recording started. Since I was in her vicinity, I was able to pull her away from harm just as the pillar came crashing down. Why these are still operating even after the disappearances of Pioneer 1's inhabitants behooves me. For sure, someone should have found the control mechanisms for each of these, and this is evidence of what negligence can do: people get hurt.
"Thanks Sis," Calai sighed in relief. How can she be so careless? "I swear, what would I be if you're not around?"
"Dead." I passed her, this time to lead the way. I cannot have Calai lead if she is not even aware of what is happening around her. Daddy would be furious if he found out that Calai was annihilated by something that could have been avoided with simplicity.
"That's quite something to say," Calai said as she paced to my side. "Seriously, what's wrong with you. You're all pissy lately."
"I am always me," I responded in a flat tone. "You, of all, should know."
"How about you tell me what you're thinking?"
Thinking is not what CASTs do. We process incoming data, gather data, process output data, and react. This was what I should have said, but instead, I said, "Can you be a little more useful?" Calai looked offended when I glanced at her. I looked forward again.
Suddenly, I switched to alert mode. Someone was standing in the center of a large, square room. It was a bulky, dark-blue RAcast with white as a subcolor and it had its arms crossed in front of it as if it was a gatekeeper. He did not move one bit as we stared at him. Friend or foe?
"State your purpose," it said. Definitely, it is ordered to assume a gatekeeper mode.
"We're just passing through," Calai energetically said. "Will you-?"
"State your purpose," it repeated.
"Okay, okay. Fine. We're here to-"
"State your purpose."
Infuriated, Calai stomped up to the RAcast. "Look here! We're here to simply pass by!"
"State your purpose."
Something was odd about the situation. Scanning around, the room was fairly different. It was not as large as the other rooms and appears to be a storage unit because of the boxes. Boxes... Considering the circumstances, scavenging for tools we can use would only add to our advantage... Hm? What is this? A ventilation...?
Suddenly, a loud thump resounded. Afterwards, something appeared to have slid. Then, a hissing noise. Hissing? It was from the ventilation in the box! I sealed it with the lid. I still could hear hissing. Then, it dawned upon me. The whole room had ventilation openings! Calai already seemed to have known when I noticed it. Calai tried raising the RAcast over where it was standing but it refused to remain standing. I detected the foreign contaminant leveling to our waists and quickly rising. I glanced to the doors, confirming that we were trapped inside. There had to be something we could do!
"Please, tell me what to do!"
I looked over to Calai, seeing her hands grasping each other. Praying at a time like this? What foolishness! I gave fleeting gestures all over, trying to identify a switch or an odd indentation for a trap door. The situation started to become hopeless. The foreign contaminant leveled to our shoulders!
"Yes... I... I understand."
I looked over to Calai again, seeing her eyes fixed on me. She started-toward me. What-Wait... What-I backed-odd-wall.-I not move? Calai!-hands-doing!?
-ATTEMPTING TO PATCH-
-ERROR-
-ERROR-
-FAILED TO PATCH-
-VIEWING RECORD WITHOUT ERRORS-
-can't believe you survived that. But no matter. It would be very interesting to see how a lady sounds like when she is being disassembled."
Before me was a FOmar. His taste in color was out of the ordinary. Purple was the color of royalty. Pink was also the color of royalty. Put them together on a dress and that is this FOmar: a mess with a terrible sense of fashion. I was at a severe disadvantage. I was against the wall with my hands, feet, and neck chained to the wall with photon braces. It seemed I was still in the underground caves. Maybe we were moved back, considering how wet the scenery is.
"Where is the RAcaseal unit who was with me?"
The FOmar chuckled. "Oh, don't worry about her. I know the boys are keeping her company. As for you, I guess I picked right." He came closer to me and, without embarrassment, cuffed his hands onto my breasts. "Wow. Caseals these days..." He then ran his tongue along my shell. Did he have no shame? Did he not know the foreign contaminants on my shell? His hands began to grip harder, squeezing my breasts relentlessly. His nails clawed... Damage was... "Oh? Is that a moan?"
No... I cannot comprehend what that immediate release of breath was about! He should know that such desires cannot be comprehended by a CAST! It hurts!
Suddenly, he stopped. Agonized breaths were escaping my oral cavity. Why? Why am I breathing like this? I was dangling from the photon bracers, lacking in energy. What is happening? I am not usually like this. Then, his hands felt along my abdomen, down my pelvis, then...! Daddy, what is this!? What...?
"Oh... Your creator is nasty."
"I... I do not know what..."
"For you to have such an accurate place such as this..." He chuckled to himself and retreated a step.
"What are you...?" I found a him facing me with it transfixed on me. An Organic's...? He came closer to me and pulled aside an elastic part of my armor. Even I did not know my armor was made of partial-elastic properties. Wait... What is he doing? His hands felt along my waist, toward my rear side, and embraced me. I was mounted on his lap.
"Here you go...!"
Wait! What are you...? What...? No, stop. Make it stop! Make it go away! Make it all go away!
Suddenly, an explosion destroyed a door that was out of sight. The FOmar just had enough time to look when his head exploded into a bloody mess. Calai then pressed a button on the machine next to me, which undid the photon bracers. Immediately, I tumbled downward but Calai caught me and pulled her against her.
"Oh, Sis... I'm sorry."
"Next time, arrive sooner than when I ask where you are."
Calai laughed. "Well, at least I know where we can go for now." She pressed away and held my shoulders. "We can go meet up with the resistance main force. I heard from someone that they're heading deeper into these caves but they're heading into a military top-secret location to create a headquarters there. What do you think?"
I swept her hands off my shoulders. "It will suffice. Gather as much equipment as possible and then head out."
-END RECORDING-
LOCATION: RAGOL
SCENE: UNDERGROUND CAVES