Lunar Mining Facility US1487 - May 29, 2117
The netcom streams information in rapid fashion ruling out hundreds of variables that I requested it test and at the end of the list lies the very last variable, my worst fear sabotage. "Son of a bitch, someone has been purposefully tweaking the power system to create a minute boost of energy at the moment of the drop," I exclaim in muted tones while squeezing your hand even harder. "It would have been much easier if it were simply as glitch, but this complicates things in a big way. If I let this out it will shut it down and the company will lose the contract and who knows where we will end up. We have to keep this quiet until we can figure out how to identify who and how they are doing this," I say shaking my head. "So what does this mean, there's a launch in four days you can't let another million people die because you want to be sure, we must stop it." you raise your voice a little to express urgency. "I know but we need to pinpoint how they are doing it. Now that I know what they are doing I can run a simulation that will show me how and I think we can stop it in time. I need coffee as much as you can scrounge up and I will be in my bunk sick for my shift so I can get this done."I bark as I type in more parameters for the launch power system controls and start to formulate the algorithm for simulation. I stop turn to you and give you a long and luxurious kiss on the lips while holding your face gently in my hands and say, "I will stop this. I promise you." You look me in the eyes and say "I know you will but I am scared."
You slide back the curtain and return to the dim light of the bunk general area heading to the mess hall with my coffee sack on your hip. You pause to grab your own looking back and smiling before sliding down the ladder and disappearing below. I lock my curtain and take a deep breath enjoying the smell of you that lingers in my bunk before getting back to finding out how someone can hack a trillion dollar launch system without being detected.
Time is now measured solely by cycles of simulations and the ever looming launch of Pioneer Drop Ship Icarus. I have eliminated numerous variables and am rapidly eating up time when you stop by to check on me after my second missed shift. "Look if you don't take a break you will get sick so finish up you current sim and come with me to the showers to clean up get some solid food and a little company," you say with a firm but caring voice. I let you drag me from my bunk and my lack of sleep and shaving helps my sick alibi just fine as the rest of the crew start jeering me with comments like 'Dead man walking!'. I laugh as I let you lead me to the shower cubes and sleep on my feet as you use your own and my two days of shower ration to scrub me clean. I of course react positively to your hands all over my body with a rock hard erection which you expertly handle with a little extra scrubbing. I waste no time using the lunar gravity to my full advantage by lifting you up and sliding your naked body down the front of mine until my erection is now poised to enter your sweet wet pussy. I slowly lower you onto me enjoying every moment of penetration. My hands slide from your hips to your ass and I pull you up and down in a slow and deliberate rhythm while I nibble on your neck. My resistance to your charms is low and it doesn't take me long to whisper in your ear that I am close. You lean back and brace your feet on the wall behind me as your right hand slide down between us and to your clitoris. Your left hand lifts your breast to my mouth as I suck and nibble on your very delicious nipple. The visual stimulation and the slow grind of our copulation is having the desired effect as we both reach orgasm in a pile of wet satiated flesh on the tiny floor of our cubicle shower.
Once again I am blown away by your generosity as a lover and tell you so. "Come on let's get you fed so you can save the future colonists of some distant rock in need of some human parasites." You help me to my feet and when the door cycles open there are four armed company security agents waiting for us. "Get dressed and follow us!" they demand as we tumble into the locker room.
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