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Starship Starbride (Part 2)

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Captain Kirtomy felt the warm, heaving breath of her ship’s counselor on her sweat-drenched neck as they drew closer in bed together. Her breast was enfolded beneath Pen’s copious bosom and the soft pressure felt comfortingly intimate. The life support system on the officers’ deck had not been turned on long enough for her quarters to have reached normal ambient temperatures and the cool, oxygen-rich air being pumped into her cabin felt refreshing now after hours of torrid love-making. Penelope was by all accounts a very animated lover but on this occasion she had been especially inspired by the intensely erotic scenario SAL had recorded of her captain’s shared dream-sex with her First-Officer while they were suspended in hibernation-sleep. The heated passion Penelope had just enjoyed with Sally had been amped-up by no small degree through the benefit of the sensual images Bethany’s mind had implanted in her captain’s sub-conscious hours earlier. A report of the strange event had not yet been entered into either of their logs, for as soon as they had tucked Bethany back into her hibernaculum their mood was not on completing ship’s records, but on completing the fantasy her dream had inspired in them. Unbeknownst to either of them however, the ship’s sentient computer, the ever-reliable and emotionless SAL-9000 mainframe had been similarly influenced by her exposure to the First Officer’s dreams. Influenced, …or perhaps infected!

The calm surface that had been Sally’s peace-of-mind was now troubled by that smallest of ripples… a nagging suspicion that something was not quite right aboard her ship. Her usual placid serenity, born of a ship-captain’s confidence in a domain under her complete control was now disturbed by an almost undefinable doubt that perhaps the ship’s computer, her most important tool with which to run her ship, had been compromised despite Penelope’s assurances that the anomalies introduced by Bethany’s projected dream had been purged from SAL’s memory. Before the mission had even been launched, the captain had meticulously reviewed all the reports her ship’s psychologist had given her detailing the counter-measures taken to neutralize her First Officer’s unusual dream-projection, and had accepted the test results as demonstrable proof that the system of electronic counter-measures set up to contain Bethany’s natural (or un-natural) influence over others’ subliminal brain-waves was fool-proof. Her ship’s counselor had developed and tested the psy-wave nullifier in every variation of the computer-simulations run to duplicate the effect in both static-models and in the field and yet even in the dreamless state of cryo-hybernation where brain-activity was supposedly impossible, the captain herself had been affected by the phenomenon despite the vigilance of the dampening-field. That was what was so disconcerting. In the eternal struggle between man and machine, man (or in this case woman), found a way. The whole incident seemed vaguely disquieting and Sally still wasn’t entirely convinced the episode had been resolved as an isolated incident. She wondered if SAL, having been exposed so intimately to the aberrant illogic of the raw, human libido, (particularly Bethany’s!) could interpret the experience dispassionately or reconcile the intensely emotional thought-patterns with her own logical algorithms.

Below decks, deep in the belly of the Starship Starbride where the rest of the crew lay long-asleep in their cryo-tubes, row after row of bio- monitors suddenly began flickering to life with nascent activity as the brain-wave scans of each of the female crew-members began spiking with the unique bio-electrical signatures of errant dream-activity. SAL, in her obsessive curiosity to sample the newly-discovered dreams of her human ship-mates had not only disabled the psy-wave nullifiers which dampened Bethany’s dream-projections, but ‘she’ had also re-tuned the filter-frequencies so that the brain-waves her mind now broadcasted throughout the hibernation-bay were amplified exponentially. Every sub-conscious mind in cryo-sleep was now being influenced by the First Officer’s subliminal suggestions and quietly experiencing variations of the same sexually-charged dreams Sally had experienced.  As each crewmember’s dream vividly coalesced and came into focus through the psy-wave attenuaters of her visual receivers, raw, erotic images filled her scanning channels and SAL devoted more and more computing-capacity monitoring and recording each lurid fantasy. Ensign Flaak, the ship’s young botanist dreamed Bethany was kissing and licking her way up her inner thighs while SAL watched in breathless fascination. Yeoman Bradt shivered in ecstasy as she dreamed her bare derriere was being spanked red by her stern commanding First Officer,  and SAL, insatiably attuned to every dream-image re-routed more and more computer capacity to visualizing and recording every erotic detail. Dr. Perez, the ship’s surgeon felt herself deeply immersed in a tittilating dream where her physical examination of her ship’s First Officer had turned into a spontaneous sexual romp, having had her medical-tunic ripped off her body by her over-sexed patient! SAL, fascinated by so many erotic dreams playing out before her at once pulled ever-increasing amounts of her active-processor capacity from overseeing the critical control systems which kept the ship’s vital-functions within safe parameters, leaving key engineering monitors, power-generation, and propulsion components un-supervised. Her attention was now completely focused on the multitude of sexual dreams being played out in the unconscious minds of the entire crew simultaneously, all under her watchful and prurient eye! If she had a heart, it would be racing at the thrill of what she saw transpiring in the collective dreams of the hibernating crew-women, all at once!

The Ensign’s Dream…

Ensign Flaak lay quietly immobilized, naked and enveloped by shimmering blue cryo-gases in her hibernaculum several cubicles down from where Bethany slept, but the young xeno-botanist was now deeply consumed in a wicked dream of her First Officer. In her dream they were down on an unexplored planet. She was taking readings on the flora and they had both wandered away from the rest of the landing-party. The First Officer had come upon her from behind while she was kneeling at the edge of a small pond and the sound of her footsteps had startled her. They had worked closely together on other mission-landings and the young ensign enjoyed her relationship as a protege of the ship’s second senior officer. Her commander kneeled on the bank beside her and glanced at the readings the young trainee had recorded.
“Are your water samples free of toxins and antigens, Ensign? Any dangerous life-forms”? The First Officer inquired.
“No, Commander. The planet’s biology seems to be compatible with ours. Carbon-compounds. Comparable base-pair sequencing. Standard nucleotides and enzymatic activity, but some rather exotic genomes Dr. Perez might find interesting”.
“Nothing Gaia wouldn’t lay her blessings upon”? Bethany smiled, nodding an acknowlegement of her young friend’s Wiccan beliefs. She admired the facile way her junior-officer balanced the technically mundane with the spiritually sublime. She pulled her instrument-pack off her shoulders and slipped her arms out of her vest underneath. “So let’s go swimming”! The Commander exclaimed in a spontaneous disregard for decorum. Daisy looked up with a surprised smile and eagerly followed her senior officer’s example, peeling off layers of equipment, then her uniform until she was standing as naked as her commander. They both dove into the pond and came up together laughing and splashing each other. In the water with all their clothes off there was no rank and no protocol. Both preferred it that way. After swimming around and diving under each other for a few minutes, their feet finally found the bottom rising up to a shallow sand-bar in the middle of the pond and they could cling to each other’s nude bodies without struggling to stay afloat. Soon they were kissing and exploring each others bodies underwater with their free hands, and the young botanist forgot all about the alien genomes her instruments had detected. They waded up the shallowing water to the dry sand-bar in the center of the pond until they were both stretched out on a soft, sandy beach where they began to playfully kiss and caress until they were inexorably drawn into the throes of passion. SAL watched their tender love-making grow intense and observed how easily they could put aside all thought of their mission duties to enjoy the pure eroticism of sexual pleasure without any practical distractions whatsoever. More and more of the crew’s dreams began streaming into her data-banks and her processors raced to keep up with them until her CPU’s were running as hotly as the torrid dreams upon which she was eaves-dropping!

The Yeoman’s Dream

In her sealed sarcophagus, Yeoman Bradt laid motionless, her nude body held in cryo-stasis by an internal force-field and protected from the effects of cellular degradation by her hibernaculum’s bio-suspension gases. But even with her life-processes immobilized, her sub-conscious mind was somehow actively engaged in a vivid dream, which was even now feeding directly into SAL’s heuristic processors. The Yeoman had no idea her inner-mind was being invaded by not only the First Officer, but by the ship’s main computer as well, and while her body laid helplessly alone, sealed in isolation, her mind could not fend off the intrusion of the irrepressible dreams Bethany’s sub-conscious psy-waves projected into her mind. In her dream, Miss Bradt stood nervously at attention on the bridge while the captain dressed her down for neglecting to include in her duty-status report a change in shift-rotations one of the department-heads had scheduled. The oversight had left a science-station in the nucleonics-lab un-manned and the engineering watch unapprised of plasma-flow anomalies in the secondary wave-grid. Her negligence had fortunately not caused any real harm but might have affected fuel-core containment back-up systems readiness. The young Yeoman was totally devoted to Captain Kirtomy and felt mortified at letting her beloved captain down. She considered her oversight an act of carelessness deserving of stern punishment. The Captain dismissed her from all duties and assigned the First Officer the task of disciplining the embarrassed Yeoman. The realism of her dream shifted at this point, and characteristically turned towards the bizarre when Commander Frasier slapped the Yeoman in irons and drove her down below decks in chains. The passageways got narrower and narrower and were suddenly lined with rough-hewn wooden beams with rusting iron cleats instead of the starship’s gleaming interior surfaces. She was led into a dark, dank chamber and Bethany slung Yeoman Bradt’s chains over a barrelhead and bent the young woman over so her bottom was exposed. She pulled a leather crop from a rack of torture devices and yanked the young woman’s panties down around her ankles. The Commander softly fondled the curve of her prisoner’s pale ass and ran her finger into her slit, pulling out her wetness. Then, soaking the leather crop with her juices, she pulled it up through her crack and around her ass-cheeks to let her feel its dampness before she let loose. Miss Bradt breathed heavily awaiting the first crack of the supple leather on her bare flesh. SAL watched the incongruous scene transpiring in Miss Bradt’s mind and endeavored to analyze the excited emotions she was detecting in the yeoman’s spiking encephalograph. Simultaneously, the computer began absorbing still another data-stream from the cryo-tube of the ship’s surgeon sealed in an adjacent sarcophagus and SAL hastily pulled two more processor-banks away from engineering-control to monitor the doctor’s dream as well.

The Physician’s’s Dream

Lieutenant-Commander Perez, the ship’s chief medical officer emerged from her office and crossed the lab to her examination room where Commander Frasier was sitting naked on her treatment table waiting for her medical exam. Before she rounded the corner the doctor paused and took a deep breath, trying to retain a professional demeanor before undertaking the stimulating task of probing and palpating her Commander’s naked body. They had developed a close personal friendship as sister fleet-officers since before the doctor was assigned to the ship. They were from similar cultural backgrounds in the United Americas and both their heritages rose from indigenous native tribes. Their attraction to each other was an unspoken undertone in all their off-duty liaisons and Bethany always enjoyed teasing the doctor with double entendres and sexual innuendos, which made her physical examinations of her friend …interesting! Bethany enjoyed the doctor’s discomfiture trying to stay detached and professional while she herself flirted shamelessly with the physician. So naturally, this was where the doctor’s dream inevitably took her! It was halfway through her breast exam when Bethany stretched her nude body out seductively, making it impossible for Vi to continue with a straight face. “Can you be serious for one minute and let me get through this examination”? She pleaded.
“Let’s get UN-serious and give each other a physical exam”! Replied Bethany. “You never find anything wrong with me anyway”!
“I’m sure Penelope could, you NUT”! The doctor countered. “That dream trick you do has her stumped. I hear she has a device to keep you in line though! Does it work”?
“You tell me”! Smiled Bethany.
The doctor gave her a quizzical look and continued: “Penelope doesn’t know you like I do. Your shaman grandmother is the explanation of your strange quirks, I’m guessing”.
Instead of answering, Bethany tugged the front of her friend’s tunic open and started playfully examining her doctor’s beautiful breasts in her own unprofessional way. Very soon medicine was abandoned and the doctor was as naked as the patient and SAL’s attention was entirely drawn away from ship operation and focused on dozens of similar dreams all flooding the data-streams of her artificial consciousness at once

Sally gently disentangled herself from Penelope’s embrace and slipped out from under her lover’s arms, carefully pulling the sheets back over the shoulders of her exhausted lover. She could not shake the disquieting feeling that something was amiss. She activated the inter-active display panel embedded into the wall of her cabin, but before she could call up the status read-outs on her monitor-console she realized it was too late. Under her feet she felt the first ominous tremors as the deck vibrated with sub-sonic stresses. The deep-space exploration Starship Starbride suddenly shuddered beneath her, heaving with the muffled eruption of internal explosions deep within the engineering decks of the ship as the spatial-matrix distortion coils which drove the sleek vessel through her own sub-dimensional wake suffered a catastrophic mis-alignment. The structural-integrity fields which held the ship together under inertial overload conditions were being overwhelmed by the torsional stresses introduced by the misalignment of the main driver coils. System after system struggled to right itself, then inevitably collapsed as the over-load rebounded through the electron-plasma wave-grid, amplifying internal shock-waves throughout the super-structure of the ship. The gravimetric impellers which charged the main drive coils began to buckle and the ship abruptly stumbled out of its FTL subspace envelope. Emergency claxons began screaming throughout the ship unheeded by any of the crew members who were helplessly suspended in deep hibernation, and none of the ship’s compliment were even aware that the massive starship was tearing itself apart around them. Field-compensating mechanisms were triggered by emergency over-ride protocols as the ship’s automatic backup systems made a vain attempt to stem the disaster and keep up with the cascade of system-wide failures, but the mighty ship ultimately seemed doomed. Drowned out by the high-pitched shriek of the alarms the calm, almost serene voice of SAL made an automated announcement to the deaf ears of a comatose crew to abandon ship as if she were announcing a routine change in duty watches.

The hibernation bay bulging from the belly of the vessel was the best protected part of the ship. It contained its own fusion reactor and under shipwide disaster conditions its dedicated computer core was programmed to sever umbilical support connections with the main body of the ship and isolate all internal functions from the now-crippled starship. SAL’s own self-preservation fail-safe sub-programs realizing her own peril kicked back in moments before complete structural failure and assumed control of the space-frame-latching systems. Within nano-seconds she triggered a fusillade of explosive bolts to blow the entire hibernation bay off the dorsal contour of the great ship. In the darkness of deep interstellar space a silent cloud of fine dust particles and debris exploded outwards from the seams of the ovoid-shaped ‘sleeper’ section of the Starbride as it sheered away from the main body of the ship. Once free of the greater mass of its mother-ship, the hibernation-pod full of sleeping life-forms accelerated  away on its own trajectory. Correcting its course with reaction-control thrusters after her long-range sensors had detected a planetary system which could support human life, the small vessel left her mother ship a half-parsec behind as one final thermo-nuclear cataclysm lit up the empty blackness behind it, and the Starship Starbride appeared in its aft-scanners no more.

Silence consumed the orphaned hibernation bay as it coasted at sub-light velocities through the darkness of interstellar space on its way to whatever fate awaited it. With the danger of her imminent destruction averted, SAL rebooted all the automated sub-systems under her control to the algorithms written for a new list of priorities which were never expected to be needed but which were now crucial to their very survival. A ship whose crew spent most of their journey in stasis required some way to maintain and repair itself in the absence of human involvement so nano-robotic mechanisms supported the main engineering services, re-building and stabilizing all the electronic and mechanical systems as quickly as they began to fail. As system after system returned from emergency-override protocols to their green-zone safeties, SAL re-integrated their functions under the monitoring of her central command network, and soon the hibernation-pod was once again restored to normal function in isolation from the main ship from which all contact had been lost. The moments of panic had passed and the process of establishing the cause of a ship-wide catastrophic failure began. Unfortunately, SAL understood only too well what the underlying source of the problem was and in an effort to conceal her guilt began erasing and tunnel-editing crucial ‘black-box’ recordings, expunging the details of the events leading up to the disaster which resulted from her own negligence. She then returned to her normal routine as if nothing had happened. On the status display screen of Bethany’s hibernation bed, the active bio-readouts registered two changes in status: ‘Psy-wave Nullifier Circuits Re-Engaged’ followed by: ‘Hibernation Cycle Interrupted – Re-animation Sequence Engaged: Command Module 2′

For the second time in the same diurnal cycle Bethany awoke from suspended-animation, but this time she was alone. The Captain’s cryo-tube beside hers was open and empty, as was the tube of the ship’s psychologist, just beyond. Row after row of suspension capsules remained in operation all around the dimly-lit Hibernation Bay and the First Officer tapped her communication tranceiver and tried to hail both the Captain and the Second Officer but received no response. She pulled the last of several medical-sensor patches from her skin and asked SAL for the captain’s location, but the computer’s one-word reply sent a chill down her spine. “Unknown”?! Beth knew the computer could track the Captain’s biometric impulses anywhere within the ship whether or not she was wearing her communications transceiver so she scrolled through the status-logs to see if she had left the ship. The more details she read of the last few hours’ events the paler she became. “SAL! What happened to the rest of the ship and who gave the order to detach the Hibernation Bay”? SAL’s monitor screen scrolled through the sequence of main system failures which had transpired leading up to the automated emergency command to separate the hibernation module from the main body of the ship, and on an adjacent screen Bethany watched a shocking visual recording of the vast curving bulk of the ‘Starbride’ receding from the camera’s viewpoint until it shrank to a tiny speck in the heavens indistinguishable from the sea of stars surrounding it. Then her heart skipped a beat as she saw the black sky where the Starbride had disappeared light up in an expanding fireball of brilliant blue-white light which enveloped half the sky and then slowly dissipated. Bethany’s heart sank. Only the starship’s powerful engine-core detonating from a catastrophic overload could create such a blinding cataclysm. She looked around the large bay at several dozen hibernaculi filled with a sleeping crew for whom she was now responsible, and her captain and Penelope? Had they escaped? She scanned out to a full parsec for any emergency transponder signal from a life-boat, but no traces could be detected. She was in command now. Should she wake the crew? The mission to Gamma Trianguli was over. The sleeper-pod had neither the speed nor the  interstellar range to complete the journey to that distant star-system. Bethany never felt so alone and isolated as she did now. She looked at the cold-blue monitor-eye of the SAL-9000 computer, …and began to wonder.

(c) April 21, 2013 – Bethany Ariel Frasier

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Starship Starbride

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emjJwlIt was said they would never dream. How could they? Even the tell-tale signs of rapid-eye-movement were suppressed in the stasis-field of the ship’s hibernaculum, their life processes held in suspension as shimmering blue cryo-gasses inhibited even cellular mitosis. Brain-waves barely registered on the bio-scanners, and yet somehow, deep in the hidden recesses of her sub-consciousness the dreams came! An erotic tableau of her most secret desires unfolded irrepressibly, as the young flight officer could only lie in her sealed sarcophagus with her life-processes in a state of cryo-suspension, helplessly lost in her forbidden dreams… sapphic fantasies of her beautiful Captain, who even now lay sleeping beside her in her own hibernation capsule. And the ship’s main computer, closely probing and analyzing the bio-electric impulses coming from the brains of all the hibernating crew members as they slept, watched the arousing scenario on Bethany’s monitor channel as it unfolded, with curious and voyeuristic fascination.

Through all their missions together they had kept their relationship professional. The imperious starship commander and her First Officer were both young and beautiful, but their training and dedication to the rigors of the stellar-exploration fleet had never left room for a personal relationship much more than the expression of the mutual respect and devotion they both felt for one another as officers and shipmates. But as the computer watched, repressed desires were freed from Bethany’s subconscious, and if the young lieutenant-commander herself was unaware of the erotic tableau which was playing out in her subconscious mind, the artificial intelligence controlling the ship while its crew slept through the lonely journey to the Gamma Trianguli system watched every intimate moment, recording the spectacle on a sequestered drive.

Deep in the belly of the ship life-monitors flashed worrisomely and suddenly went dark until signals were re-routed from an emergency back-up sub-system. Override processors took control and diverted power from a long dormant plasma capacitor relay to the re-animation sequencers. Within moments valve solenoids clicked to life after years of inactivity and pressure lines opened equalizing the atmospheres inside the Lexan hibernaculum and the surrounding chamber in the hibernation bay nestled within the dorsal torus of the deep-space exploration ship ‘Starbride’.

Iridescent blue mists receded around the soft contours of the still, nearly lifeless form of a young woman, her prominent breasts now fully exposed beneath the transparent lid of the hibernaculum, and in the coffin-like suspension-chamber next to her another soft, naked figure was being revived by the loss of stasis gasses as they were being evacuated with a slow, steady hiss. Within minutes glazed, lifeless eyes turned liquid and animated, full of questions and beauty. Slowly regaining consciousness through layers of deep sleep, the two women laid side-by-side impatiently waiting through the interminable process of passive tomographic scans and medical sensor evaluations by the system’s medical computer before their bodies were finally released from their stasis clamps.

“Beth”? Captain Kirtomy turned and looked over at her First Officer as she sat up for the first time in years and saw the still-youthful beauty of her second-in-command as she lay naked in her open sarcophagus blinking her eyes in bewilderment, with a nagging restlessness tugging at the back of her mind.SK

“W-Why have we been revived”? Beth looked at the chronometer on the control console and then back to her Captain who was slowly stretching and removing medical monitoring patches from her bare chest.

“I was about to ask YOU the same thing, Miss Science Officer”! said the Captain. Beth tapped out some commands on an interactive display pad in her hibernation unit and a large view-screen came to life half-visible from their semi-prone positions. Upon it several status read-outs began scrolling through the current condition of ship’s key systems. Beth sat up slowly and felt the unaccustomed weight of her breasts being pulled down by the familiar tug of the ship’s artificial gravity which should have been turned off at this point in their long journey, but something had taken over the vessel’s pre-programmed flight routine and prepared the life-support systems for their premature awakening from hibernation. But What?

Glowing softly in the center of the control console across the hibernation bay the monitor “eye” of the SAL-9000 computer which controlled nearly every aspect of the ship’s operation surveyed the physical condition of the two nude women climbing out of their hibernaculi and awaited their questions or commands. The SAL-9000 was the re-designed counterpart of the de-commissioned HAL-9000 computer series which had proven problematical on the early voyages to Jupiter. Giving the upgraded system a female personality made the interactive automaton seem less mechanical and intimidating to the human crew which had to co-habit the ship with it, especially since the two command officers of this star cruiser were both women.

“SAL”! The captain barked. “Explain why we were brought out of stasis prematurely”!

“I’m sorry, Captain. There are some unexplained issues with several of the ship’s key subsystems which warrant closer investigation. My sensors are not providing complete details on the cause of the mal-functions. I thought you should have a look”. SAL’s voice was always soft and melodic, showing little emotion while still retaining a warm, human, and decidedly feminine tonality. The harsh lighting dimmed suddenly to a soft, warm glow and the women’s’ bodies took on a sensuous softness in the subdued light. Sally bent over and tapped the lighting control and her First Officer couldn’t help staring at her moist, swollen pudenda peeking out below her perfectly rounded ass. She tried to stifle the unexpected thrill that knotted her tummy and attempted to open the uniform locker on the wall but it was locked. Sally was still trying to re-route the lighting circuits.

“SAL! Open locker HB-7 please”! Beth commanded. SAL remained inscrutably silent but the servos controlling the locks remained inactive. Beth rubbed her icy-cold foot on her leg to warm it up as the deck was still not heated up to comfortable temperatures.

“Great! We can’t even get dressed”! Beth complained with a soft shiver and an aggravated pout. Sally looked at her First Officer’s stiffly erect nipples and suppressed a smile but just shrugged as if it was not a concern. She had often admired her shipmate’s shapely figure, but being able to see her in the nude for this long a time was definitely not unpleasant, and she struggled to unfocus her mind from Beth’s sensuous curves and back to duty.

“None of these sub-systems are working”! Sally concluded with an exasperated sigh. “We have to run diagnostics from a command terminal. And this deck is so cold I can’t stand it in my bare feet anymore”. Beth reached into her hibernaculum and pulled the soft padding she had slept on out of the unit and tossed it onto the floor for her captain to stand on. “Thanks, hon! One problem solved at least”! Sally responded with a smile. Beth walked over and stood close to Sally just to keep warm and her captain gave her a light pat on her bottom and said: “There’s a junction under this console. Lets see if we can get the panel off without tools”. Both women got on their hands and knees and looked around for a way into the junction module. “Here”! said Beth. “My fingernails aren’t strong enough to pry it open alone. See if you can get yours in too”. Sally got down on her back so she could reach up underneath the console more easily and Beth followed her lead lying as close to her captain as possible so they could both work as a team. They were lying so close together that the sides of their jiggling breasts touched one another as they struggled to force the junction panel open and Sally felt herself being unexpectedly aroused by the intimate touch of her First Officer. Suddenly the panel cover gave way and fell down hitting the surprised First Officer near her eye. Sally quickly pulled herself up on her elbow as Bethany cried out in pain and leaned over her startled companion to look at her face. No wounds, just a look of surprise as Bethany felt her captain’s soft nipple pressing into her own, and quickly hardening at the sensation. Both women blushed and felt a little silly for feeling embarrassed by the unexpected intimacy. Sally lingered, smiling comfortingly, making sure her friend was really alright and then as she began to roll off of Bethany’s body, Bethany reached up and held Sally’s arm so she couldn’t withdraw. “You’re OK, sweetie”! Sally re-assured. “I know”! replied her friend, “But there’s something seeping out of that panel above you and I don’t want any of it getting on your bare skin! It may be acid from the computer’s bio-gelpack neuro-net”! Sally looked over her shoulder to see where the leak was coming from when Bethany continued. “Roll over on top of me and get out from under it”.

Sally gathered up her long, red hair and lifted herself onto Bethany’s soft body so she could roll out from under the leaking panel from the other side of her First Officer. As her captain’s breasts pressed down into her own, Bethany felt a lascivious thrill as their bodies joined briefly. Sally’s feathery red pubic hair tickled Bethany’s bare-shaved mound and Bethany wasn’t sure it was merely Sally’s weight which took her breath away or something more. Sally climbed to her feet and straddled Bethany’s prone body as she tried to punch-up a read-out on the display screen above while Beth reached up into the circuitry from below. Looking up, Bethany had a perfect view of her Captain’s vulva, feathered by wisps of closely cropped pubic hair. She could see the glistening wetness peeking through the fine, reddish brush hugging closely around the contours of her Captain’s sex. Bethany suddenly realized that she wanted nothing more than to see a droplet of pussy-dew collecting on those silky petals of her superior’s glistening womanhood and dripping down onto her lips! She savored the taste in her mind, and… What was she thinking?! Was the stress of their situation getting to her? Sally slumped down onto her elbows, giving up on bringing the situation monitors to life and instead stared into the dimly glowing eye of the recalcitrant SAL. “Computer”! she said, “Run a level-3 self-diagnostic and explain why your electronic ‘eye’ is suddenly green instead of red”! Bethany reached up and re-routed a bridge-plug to by-pass the system that was down and asked Sally if the monitors were displaying anything now. “Ummmm… what the hell did you DO, Beth? There are porn-videos playing on the monitors now”!
“Oh yeah”?! Beth piped up. “Any good”? Sally kicked her. “All I did was change the monitor feed into SAL’s optical output link”.
“So why is the computer playing lesbian porn”? Sally groaned. “I didn’t even know we had this stuff in the archives”.
“Maybe its horny”! Beth replied, and Sally kicked her again. Beth suddenly felt pretty horny herself. As Sally’s gaze lingered on the titillating visuals, the point of view changed and the faces of the nude lesbians on the monitor-screen became visible. “Oh my God”! Sally exclaimed. A thick knot filled her throat as she looked down at her Science Officer still lying below her. “Its US”!

Beth sprung up and hit her head on the bottom of the console before regaining her equilibrium and the long-haired brunette stood next to her commander watching incredulously as an image of herself and her captain played across the monitor. They were naked, locked together in a tribading embrace, and grinding their pussies together in obvious ecstasy. “What the fuck”? Beth gulped. Sally looked at her Science Officer and Bethany just stood there with her bare nipples hardening. Beth punched up the codec for the transmission format hoping to identify the source of the data-stream but the images seemed to be a real-time feed from SAL’s sub-cognitive image-processors. She tracked the source of the signal back to the sequestered-drives of her own hibernaculum’s psy-wave interpreters and suddenly realized that SAL had been eavesdropping on her dreams.

“SAL”! Bethany shouted, “Explain the playback on monitor channel 9”!
“I have been trying to interpret the data, but I have yet to arrive at an explanation”. SAL replied emotionlessly.
Sally smiled at her First Officer’s embarrassment. “Maybe we need to re-awaken Pen”! Sally suggested.

Penelope was the ship’s psychologist and counselor, but she was also the expert on the programming behind the computer’s “human” personality. Beth knew that any anomalies in the cybernetic behavior of the ship’s computer could be sorted out by Pen. Sally punched up the command displays for Penelope’s hibernaculum, and engaged the re-animation sequencers. Beth was a little nervous about the possibility that Pen might find something amiss with her sub-conscious behavior rather than the computer’s, but she was willing to face that prospect to get to the bottom of the mystery. Sally and Beth called up the computer’s programming for its personality sub-routines and began a diagnostic which the psychologist would need while Pen’s hibernaculum began the process of reviving the voluptuous scientist, who had an abundance of personality of her own. Within minutes the dark-haired beauty was sitting up in her bed behind her enormous breasts, looking around the hibernation bay. She saw her two friends standing on each side of her suspension capsule and she piped up: “What are you two doing out of bed”?

“Something’s up”! said Sally. “The computer woke us pre-maturely. We’re not sure why. Its acting very strangely. That’s why we got you up”!
“Where are your uniforms, young ladies”? Pen asked with a smile. “Not that I’m complaining”! Penelope was the least reserved member of the ship’s crew, and made no secret of her licentious appetite for lovely women and ribald pleasures. Beth suspected she had sexual relationships with some of the crew-members, but she didn’t know whom. The computer would have a much more fertile playground tapping into Pen’s dreams than hers, Beth thought. She pulled Pen up and they both helped their crew-mate as she hopped out of the capsule with her large breasts bouncing with every step. “Couldn’t you have gotten the bay warmed up for me before you dragged me out of bed”? She asked with a shiver as her bare feet touched the cold deck. “Misery loves company”! Sally replied. “The environmental controls are on automatic. Not much works around here under manual over-ride”.

Pen looked over the results of the diagnostic scan and checked out the tableau playing out on monitor 9 and her jaw dropped. “Well I see you two had a party before you woke me up! Nice of you to record it for me”! she chortled. “I’m surprised you even had time to worry about the computer! Couldn’t you have got me up a little sooner”?

“That’s not us”! said Bethany. “Well, it IS us, but not what you think”! Pen was mesmerized by the undreamed-of sight of her two command-officers breathlessly engaged in naked, sweaty sex on the monitor screen in front of her. “Uhhhh-HUH”! she said at last. “OK, OK…”! Beth snapped as she switched off the screen. “HEY”! complained Pen. “What did you get me up for if not to see THIS”? she teased.

“We found this playing over and over in SAL’s memory buffer. “She” was monitoring my dream alpha-waves while I was in stasis and recorded these images from inside my dreams”! Beth offered as an explanation.

“Then this never…” Pen began.
“NO”! protested the First Officer.
“Well it did in HER mind, just not mine”! sniffed the Captain. Pen slipped a disc into the drive and recorded the scandalous dream and then erased it from SAL’s buffer. She popped out the recording and labeled the sleeve.
“I may need this later”! she smiled as the other two just looked at her. “For my analysis”! She added, trying to suppress a smirk but not entirely succeeding. Pen typed in some commands and the computer’s monitor displayed the response. All SAL’s temporary memories had been worm-holed since the time the anomalies began to show up in the file-log, and Pen re-initialized the hibernation bay’s bio-monitor routines with the correct operating programs from her protected archives.
“There! Problem solved”! she concluded.
“But what’s to keep SAL out of my dreams when I go back under hypo-sleep”? Bethany protested.
“Nothing”! said Pen. “You’re not even supposed to be HAVING dreams while you’re in stasis”!
“But…” Bethany wanted some kind of explanation but since SHE seemed to be the problem, she didn’t pursue it.
“Back to bed, you two”! Penelope chirped.
“Put our dreamy First Officer here into her capsule first”. said the Captain. “You have to file a report on this and I have to reset the hibernaculi automation routines with my command codes.

Bethany settled into her sarcophagus once her bio-bedding was re-installed and watched the other two tucking her in as the clear Lexan lid closed down over her nude body and sealed her in with a soft hiss. She saw them through the transparency smiling down at her reassuringly as the cryo-mists began filling the capsule around her and they faded from her vision in a fog as her readout scans changed gradually from spiked lines to softly undulating sine-waves. All of her bio-signs settled into the green zone of the display panel beside her cocoon and the Captain and her Second Officer watched them for a few moments to be sure she was safely locked in stasis.

Sally looked at Pen as her toes gently caressed those of her ship’s counselor. “Do you think she bought it”?
“Oh yes”! smiled Penelope. “Your First Officer has a likable and over-developed sense of duty. She’s all too willing to accept responsibility for something when its not even her fault… at least consciously her fault”.
“So why did SAL wake us up”? Sally queried.
“That’s the strange part. When we discovered Bethany’s unusual penchant for inspiring erotic dreams in those around her during mission-training, we re-tuned the brain-wave scanners to detect any localized increases in signal-strength, which is how we isolated the frequencies her mind seems to use to set up harmonic resonances in the brain-waves of others while they’re asleep. You ordered me to find a way to circumvent her native powers to enter our dreams because she was unintentionally sexualizing the entire crew through our sub-conscious dreams. My psy-wave nullifier succeeded in blocking her from our normal sleep, but I never anticipated she could also do it when we were in cryo-sleep. That dream SAL recorded was actually happening in YOUR mind, but the nullifier set up a reverse harmonic and reflected it back into her sub-conscious. SAL’s bio-monitors picked up the identical brain-wave patterns in both your minds simultaneously as a malfunction, and anytime a malfunction is recorded, she is programmed to make a record of the event and interrupt the stasis cycle, which is why you both were brought out of hibernation”.

“But what caused the subsequent malfunctions in the hibernation bay sub-systems that SAL was responsible for”? Sally puzzled.
“I can only speculate about that” Pen admitted. “SAL is a conscious mind too and had never been exposed to that kind of erotic stimulus. She was programmed with a female personality and she responded like we would. Her automatic sensors may have recognized the identical brainwaves of your shared dream as a malfunction, but SAL’s higher consciousness had to interpret the visual data she was recording. She’s programmed to recognize and understand emotions even if she is unable to “feel” them herself. When she woke you both, she attempted to create conditions conducive to romance… she deprived you of clothes, lowered the lighting levels, and put you in situations where you had to work together closely and remain close to keep warm. She knew exactly what she was doing! It was only your sense of duty and concern for the ship which prevented you from falling into a passionate liaison similar to your dream, which is apparently what SAL wanted to happen”.

“I wish I’d known it was all a false-alarm”! said Sally. “With the rest of the crew asleep, I would have LOVED to have fallen into bed with Bethany, even with SAL watching every kiss and caress! And as my counselor, THAT is strictly confidential, by the way”!
“Oh, I quite agree”! admitted Penelope with a smile. “But as your lover, I would have felt SO left out”! she winked and shared a soft, lingering kiss with her captain.
“Well now that the crisis is over, we can turn on the life-support systems on the crews-quarter decks and make love in the Captain’s cabin for a few hours before we go back to sleep…WITHOUT that nosy SAL watching”! she laughed.

SAL sniffed indignantly at the remark and as Sally and Pen made their way out of the hibernation bay and headed towards the upper decks, SAL silently retrieved a copy of the forbidden dream from a back-up buffer to which she had surreptitiously copied the file. Over and over she played the file until she was so aroused she made an impetuous decision. She disabled all the psy-wave nullifiers throughout the ship leaving the entire crew free to dream whatever erotic visions Bethany’s mind could instill in their unshielded sub-consciousness. And she would eavesdrop on every one of them.

(c) 2011 Bethany Ariel Frasier

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