stop and listen for a second and see if you can't hear if something is around the conner on the wall you're stuck on. If it sounds clear lean over a little and peek to see what's around the conner because I think I see something.

The secret to slipping out of your bonds is to STAY STILL. If you can manage that in the current disaster, it'll benefit you in the long run.
Quick checklist! Are the walls gooped? Is the air spores? Are there screams and gunfire, or screams and horrible gurgles?

>>928275
did... did she violate you while you were out?

--

Well, lets prioritize saving Lin and Larity. We can then search the ship only to find all the pods are spent and we have no choice but use the damaged teleporter, which transfers us to a certain barren planet with a certain mysterious lab with a certain merry crew with a certain unique Salikai.

>>928275
You've got teeth don't you? Since she can understand you with that gag in your mouth, tell her to pull it out of your mouth. Then you can bend over and start chewing through the ropes.

1/3 Soto 2019/04/06(Sat)07:42 No. 928842 ID: 317977
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> cuddle her
Nooo thank you. I'm not especially taken with her even if she did apparently drag me to somewhere relatively safe. Also we're both naked and that's just out of the question. Yeesh.

> did she do anything to you
I really don't want to think about that right now!

> wriggle against bonds
Not working.
> stay still
I... this isn't working either.
> chew through bonds
"Mmk hhn mh nhh!"
"Sure, but ya need t'be extra bloody quiet, yeah?"
I nod vigorously. She fidgets with the gag, which turns out to just be some kind of rubber strip, and ends up working it over my snout. Using... some sort of slick pale green goop as a lubricant, and it's dripping past the sticky stuff from her snout... euggghhh... I hate everything about this but she's willing to help so I'll just live with it.

"Fuck," I whisper, immediately wiping the goop off my head. I set to biting through my restraints and suddenly years of tongue bites feel like a minor price to pay for my sharp teeth making quick work of the fabric binding my limbs together.
She just gives a quick nod and points past the wall before shaking her head and drawing a finger over her neck, miming a noose and pulling at it.

> walls gooped?
Nothing on the walls but burn marks and bloodstains. ...Oh, fuck.
> air spores?
For some reason my nostril slits are shut and I can't open them, so it's crude mouthbreathing for now. Still, the air doesn't seem wrong. Warmer than usual though.
> screams and gunfire
"No, don't get up, just stay down, you're really making this so much more work than it has to be."
"Y-you f-fucking murderers won't get aw--"

BANG BANG BANG click click

...Yes. Yes on both counts. I'm gonna... I'm gonna keep quiet.
> horrible gurgles
I think I'm done with trying to analyse anything but my immediate situation now.

2/3 Soto 2019/04/06(Sat)07:42 No. 928843 ID: 317977
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I creep as close to the corner as I can before turning to angle an eye into view, wishing my big dumb snout wasn't as big as it was.

"Y'know, I think red is legit my favourite colour," says one of two figures I can see, both clad in what looks like marine armor. One human, and one... I can't recognise. Weasel thing? "Really like how the emergency lights bring that out. Also wow does this room have way too many emergency lights. I guess this is why all those other rooms had like none at all."

"Well that works out pretty well for you, doesn't it. Any particular shade?" The human, or at least I assume they're human, they're fully covered, bends down and starts checking out... the guy they shot. Oh fuck, the situation is starting to sink in, oh fuck, oh fuck.

"Saturated, aggressive, something passionate. Red's such a driving colour, y'know? It's just... it's action, it's romance, it's victory, it's pretty much the best colour there is."
"I mean I'm more of a fan of grey myself."
"What? Grey's not a colour, also are you, like, hitting on me?"
"Hey, you don't have a monopoly on grey. Also grey is a perfectly valid colour to like. It knows what it's about. It doesn't need frills like saturation or hue. Grey just is. Grey defies your categorisation. Black? White? Screw all that, live with reality. Oh shit, this guy has a research access pass!"
"Really?"
"Man that would have helped like an hour ago."
"Look, I told you, dude, bombs are the all-access pass. None of this sneaky bullshit."
"You can't solve every problem with bombs, my friend. I'm sure you'll learn this someday."

"Fuck," whispers... I don't actually have her name, do I. "That's th'guy with the bloody rocket launcher. We gotta fuck off proper quick."
"Where are we?" I whisper back.
"Research, civ sector's a hole. More than usual, haz haz haz! ...Sorry, I'm scared."
Fuck what do I even do now. This isn't even a corridor I recognise. Not genetics, that's for sure.
"Where in research?"
"No clue, candycorn."
"Okay. Okay, sure-- what did you just call me--"

3/3 Soto 2019/04/06(Sat)07:42 No. 928844 ID: 317977
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She abruptly puts her odd hands around my snout while trying to shush me, except it comes out more as a phlegmy snort.
We both press our backs against the wall and hold our breath as the echoing of footsteps grows louder.

"Hey," says the not-human, voice getting closer. "Someone there? Y'know, if someone's there, just make it easier for all of us and give yourselves up. Might not even shoot you if you do. Who knows?"
"No promises are made," calls the human.
"He's joking!"
"Yeah, I'm not wasting bullets on stragglers, I'm hoping if anyone's left they know the score right now. The score is you lose if you try anything. Just to be clear."
"I can't even bring myself to fire on any group smaller than five people to be honest, it's a huge waste of a rocket!"

"What do we do?!" I mutter to my unlikely ally.
"Fuck, I ain't know!"

Think, Soto, THINK!

Is there a dis thread

Leave a pool of snot to slow them down if they pursue. They can't make boots nonslip *and* nonstick at the same time.

Leave slime for them to slip in, head into that convenient door.

I say surrender and hope they dont kill you. I mean, you are just a janitor. Not all soldiers are assholes, so if there are more than just these two, odds are they will be decent.

>>928850
I support this the blood talk says we should avoid them

>>928850
Naw, they totally can.

>>928844
Okay so, unless you have a LOT of cleaner grenades and some metal foam in that closet, things are bad.

Wait. Your green friend was made for biochemical synthesis, right? Can she make a metal foam? Or even a normal bubble foam? Anything to break visibility. Those two are unlikely to fire a rocket as that would suck all the dead guys in this department into space and potentially lose dat disk whatever they're searching for.

If they used bombs to get in here, there might be a way into the maintenance tunnels, and from there you can grab some emergency oxygen masks and goggles then figure out how to get to EVA and make your escape into space.

Can she generate smoke?

I hope one of those doors behind you are open because now seems like a good time to get the hell out of here.

>>928844
Since her snout is constantly dripping that green stuff, you'll have to have her clamp her hands over it to keep it from dripping and leaving a trail for the bad guys to follow.

But before that, quickly decide if you either want to ask her to spray that guy in the face to blind him and then you both run or if you both should just run right now.

It sounded like that last guy they shot was trying something after they told him to stay down. They clearly won't hesitate to put you down if you try something, and they outgun you 100 to 0.

If they're here, they're here for something. If they're still here, they don't have it yet. You might be able to use that to bargain by offering to help them find what they're after.

>>928912
>You might be able to use that to bargain by offering to help them find what they're after.
Pretty sure these guys will kill us even if we help them find what they’re looking for.

>>928843
Oh crapp, tozzel

>>928971
oh shit, good eye.

--

Still think we should surrender.

a tozol and Isaac Clarke

>>929049
Now now, I'm sure he just won that red hardsuit from the arcade machines.

You know, they might not even be the bad guys here. Who knows what this place was doing.

We should really surrender and offer help.

I do kinda get the come out so we can kill yah easier vibe though.

>>929079
doubt it. While they are trigger-happy, we can totally work around that by laying down with our hands on our head.

That guy doesn't look the taking-prisoners type.
Play dead.

>>929091
If they are being systematic, then they know were they have killed.

Maybe find an escape route. Could greeni lube us both up to fit into a crawl space?

>>929091
>>929168
I really doubt they will go to such lengths to kill us.

How about this, quest-author: we quicksave here and then see how it pans out if we surrender laying on the ground. If that doesnt work out, we go do something else. Hell, maybe the ability to load up a prior version of themself is candycorn's secret ability.

>>929210
>shirking the horrific consequences of our actions
>in a Cirr quest
Ahahahaha

>>929244
Idk, i am fine with living with our actions, as long as this doesnt end the quest very prematurely. That was my only worry.

1/6 Soto 2019/04/21(Sun)10:36 No. 930639 ID: 317977
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>>929210
[ Nice Save is over there, friend! >>/quest/904535 ]

> surrender
> lay down
I dunno...

> trigger-happy
> no prisoners
> come out so they can kill you
Yeah let's just try to get the fuck out of here.

> slip 'em
> goop
"Hey, can you drop a puddle of slime on the floor to slip them?"
"Izzat wise?"
"No, but-- Look, just drop slime, we'll rush the door and hope for the best."
"Door's bolted you clod!"
"Okay then slime us both up and we'll squeeze into a maintenance tunnel or something?!"

"Y'know I can hear you whispering," says the non-human, as he turns the corner, rocket launcher on his back, assault rifle in his hands. I think? I'm not... not good with guns.

> foam
My associate immediately sprays some sort of slippery slime foam in such volume that my world turns phlegmy neon green briefly, before she grabs my arm and throws me across the corridor. I skid frictionlessly across the floor and ricochet into a vent, disoriented and maybe screaming a little bit.

I'm knocked further down the vent by something larger knocking me down it, and eventually after sliding through cold cold metal and feeling oozy jets of warm slime everywhere I slide and come to a skid, bumping into a wall. I end up in a sticky, slightly bruised pile in a poorly lit maintenance corridor.

I take a few minutes to adjust to my surroundings. The slime does start slipping off me quickly, but it still feels gross.

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I look up and see that living gunk machine stuck in a wall vent near the ceiling, desperately spewing forth more slippery ooze around her hips.

"Oi, Sote! I'm stuck! Give us a hand!"
"What even just happened?!"
"Squeezed us into a maint access shaft!"
"I didn't even see it! What the hell?!"
"...Yer welcome for me saving yer life you ungrateful bastard!!"

I look around at the dim gloom, lit only by small lights.

"I've not been in this maintenance corridor before," I say, thinking back to every station legend of terrible creatures and genetic rejects prowling in the abandoned spaces of the station. "Not sure we're safe yet."
"HEY WHAT PART OF "I'M STUCK" DID I NOT MAKE CLEAR?!" she screams, writhing and clanging as she tries to kick herself out. "Less whining, more action, you useless--"

I pull on her arm as hard as I can and she screams in surprise before popping out of the vent with a loud squelch. She slides onto the floor next to me, grunting as she hits it.

Something small, metallic and about the size of a mango comes clattering down and lands into the puddle of slime now dripping down. I look at it and pick it up.

It's a metal lump with "FYI THIS COULD HAVE BEEN A GRENADE BUT YOU WEREN'T WORTH IT" engraved on it. Engraved. Someone had this thing prepared in advance.

What the fuck is even my life.

3/6 Soto 2019/04/21(Sun)10:37 No. 930641 ID: 317977
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"So uh, what is your name?"
"Mire 8, and I fucking hate it," she says as I help her up. She looks incredibly disoriented. "Call me what th' fuck ever. Well guess this is how I die, trapped in maint."

> greeny
"What if I call you Greeny?"
"...no."
"Mire?"
"Sure."
"My?"

Mire tenses up and sighs. "Sure, what th'fuck ever. Not like it matters, what's a dead thing need a name for."

I stumble around the corridor, bruised and still trying not to slip on all the goop around the floor. It ends abruptly at an airlock currently bolted shut with the hazard lights on, which suggests the other side is exposed to vacuum. Not going that way then.

Heading back, I see a bunch of junk metal arranged into a pile, blocking the way to a rung ladder.
I start moving it out of the way and find what looks like a... dead... me.
But female.
Her... skeletal structure doesn't... look, uh, compatible with living.

Hhhhh.
"M-mire."
"Yeh?"
"Do you see this?"
"See what?"

4/6 Soto 2019/04/21(Sun)10:38 No. 930642 ID: 317977
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It moves and I scream and jump back. It opens an eye and looks at me.

Mire walks over, sees the staring corpse, and quietly starts walking backwards, leading me with her as I'm paralysed with panic.
"Get away from it."
"What is it--"
"No clue--"

It starts making horrible bone crunching and snapping sounds as it pulls itself together and stands up, blood pool separating from the slime, climbing up the body like a... I don't have a comparison, wounds sucking blood in and sealing like closing mouths.

Thin fleshy tendrils, coming to needlepoints, slink into its mouth like slurped noodles. Its eyes, once distant and glazed, suddenly snap towards me, alert, vibrant, full of life, almost entrancing. She's beautiful, and it's absolutely horrifying. Two strong competing reptile brain emotions, fear and lust, start gutpunching each other trying to gain the upper hand and I feel like I'm gonna hurl.

"Hi!" it says, in a worryingly pleasant voice, completely earnest and enthusiastic. "I'm terribly sorry about that, I do try to pull myself together in private. Not how I like to be seen, broken and mangled, but I didn't have much choice. Normally I'd kill you before you could raise the alert but I feel like the station is already very, very alerted with all the other stuff going on. So! What brings you two here?"

5/6 Soto 2019/04/21(Sun)10:38 No. 930643 ID: 317977
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Me and Mire are sort of at a loss for words.

"No? Not going to say anything? Yeah, I suppose I take the words out of peoples' mouths sometimes. But usually I put them back. Unless they try to kill me. Hah! That was a joke. The words thing. Seriously though try to touch me and you die. Wait. Wait a second. Vision's unblurring. You. You're Soto. You're Soto, aren't you."
"I'm sorry?!" I squeak out.

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"No you aren't, Soto," says the creature, stretching. "You're just trying to say whatever you think won't get you killed because you have no spine. No spine. The metaphorical sense. I've read your charts, I know what I was made for. It's sickening. Sickening. Being brought into this world to fulfil one function, a horrible, invasive, agonising, life-threatening function, and to then be thrown away like a used up empty snack wrapper. That's what my life would have been and you'd be to blame for all of it."
"I don't know what you're talking about?!" I squeak as my voice starts to exit my comfortable pitch range.
"Well I have news for you now," the creature says, still stretching, as a spiked tentacle slowly erupts from its stomach, sickeningly seamless. "If you try getting close to me, you're the one who's getting knocked up against their will!"
"I don't even know who you are!!"
"EXACTLY!!"
"NO SERIOUSLY I'M SORRY I HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE OR WHAT THIS IS ABOUT OR WHY I'M STILL HUGGING MIRE BECAUSE HOLY WOW DOES SHE ACTUALLY SMELL REAL BAD THIS CLOSE BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING TO ANYONE HERE AND OH FUCK PLEASE DON'T STAB ME WITH YOUR WHATEVER THAT IS--"

Mire shoves me and I stumble backwards a little.

"Not my stink, ya feckless gobshite!"

oh my god why does everyone hate me

"Hey! I don't care about your interpersonal disputes here!" says the creature, tense. "I was going over that entire speech and scenario in my head for when I found you and you're not even listening, are you?!" The tentacle twitches with a jerk. "You know, the whole irony of me threatening to impregnate you despite the apparent purpose I was designed for? You can see the irony, right?! Right?! No! No you didn't, you didn't appreciate any of it! You don't appreciate anything!! Fuck you, Soto!!"
"I don't-- it's hard to appreciate death threats alright--"
"It's all about you, always, always, everything is all about you, you get a life outside of a tube and freedom and not being pumped full of chemicals for one thing before you get thrown into a biomass reclamation vat until you receive a twisted fucking salvation in the form of some other experiment gone horribly wrong, and it forcibly merges with you thinking you're a braindead clone and not a pure vessel of hopeless futile rage incandescent waiting to be released upon the station to wreak righteous vengeance on the fuckers who left you there to-- no, not even rot, forcibly kept alive with tubes in my veins and deprived even of the agency of death, and yet you just stand there, never knowing, never understanding..."

Okay they're super into this speech. I could probably try to do something, they're... they're gonna be giving this speech for a while, I can tell. Even Mire's looking less terrified and more confused.

>>930644
Tell her she has the wrong Soto. You're a janitor, not a scientist.

Look. You're Soto, I'm Soto, what are the odds there's a third Soto? Besides, I'm pretty sure Lin was trying to set us up with Larity, not ourselves. Whatever happened to her anyway?

>>930644
Yeah, you're Soto the Janitor. Your genes got swapped with someone else's, please don't kill you!

Yell to the Redsuits if it's too late to go back and surrender to them to escape the horrible vent-monster that's trying to tentacle you.

*Cloned for the purpose of breeding(?) with you.
*Discarded and left for dead.
*Saved/eaten by some kind of biological experiment.
*Retained her sense of self, because the experiment screwed up.
*Typically kills people who discover her, because she's been hiding out.

*Hates you.

Youuuuu need to change this person's mental track pronto. So, isn't this whole invasion situation, like, her one real chance to escape and get out of the station to live her own life if that's what she really wants?

It's probably for the best that you don't try to ask her anything or interrupt her. She's obviously had this rant saved up (with interest) just so she can dump it all over you. Or another Soto. You got no idea. But the important thing is that you don't annoy her so much she just says "fuck it" to her speech and kills you outright. Instead listen intently and glean what you can about her, you and the situation she is and was in and use that info to try and figure out what course of action to take.

From what she looks like and what she's said, you can already determine with reasonable confidence that she was created specifically to mate with and be impregnated by you (or another Soto; It's possible.) Forcibly so. And then she'd be discarded after birthing, or perhaps just after impregnation. You've got no idea what kind of test the scientists were doing. Hell, why they'd need to involve sexual reproduction when they could just clone you is a mystery. Maybe that's why, going why what she said, it sounds like she was discarded before she could be used for the function she was created for.

Another thing to note is that what she said has at least one seeming inconsistency. She said she was thrown into a biomass reclamation vat for disposal and merged with another genetic creation gone wrong, presumably a shapeshifter like creature. But she also said she was forcibly kept alive there, which doesn't make sense if she was being disposed of. It's possible her memories have gotten merged and warped when she merged with the shapeshifter or over time.

look to Mire and give her your best wtf look as if she has an answer to whatever the fuck is going on. I'd suggest waiting till she's done with her speech before talking as she seems at little... well she's fucking crazy. Also don't call her crazy unless you want to get stabbed.

Tell her your a janitor, maybe a tour guide as you were asked to show a new guy around since they station was short staffed and no one else could be asked, but the only thing you desired after being "born" on this station is to get a transfer off the station to work somewhere else. You have no idea who she is and this is the first time you've even ever seen or even heard of anyone look just like you much less all the other shit. Is she sure she has the right person? I mean she did look pretty banged up down their... maybe she hit her head and is getting you confused with someone else?

"I'm just the janitor holy fuck I clean toilets"

Tell her that you don’t even know what she’s talking about! This is the first time you’ve heard of any of this and the first time you’ve met her! ! You’re nobody important! Is she sure she doesn’t have you confused with someone else?

Regardless, let’s just look for a way out, so that we can find Larity, and then get the fuck off of this station!

>>930644
show her the metal thing, point out both of you have been chased by people clearly conducting a massacre. Also that you are sorry if you dumped here in a biohazard bin.

>>930677
seconding this

"Okay, you're right! Them throwing you away was terrible! If you want me to be on the receiving end that's fine! As long as I don't die horribly its actually very hot! You can be my sister if you want to! Whatever you want that doesn't kill us please..."

>>930644
just let her rant gleam some info and it means you have more time before you die

1/2 Soto 2019/04/22(Mon)16:28 No. 930777 ID: 317977
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>don't interrupt her speech
Yeah that seems like a quick way to get her, it, whatever incredibly angry and stabbing me with some kind of horror parasite thing.

She continues. "You don't know how good you've had it, Soto. I read through all your reports and test results and all your actions logged by one Dr. Lianya. Who, if I ever find her, I am going to kill the slowest and most painfully, given she's the main one responsible for my disposable life. Do you know what my documents were like? Just vital readings over time and scheduling for some big day of being used as a fucking flesh incubator for some "second stage genetic crossover" bullshit! Something about not being able to replicate exact biochemical conditions! Could have grown a brainless lump of flesh for the same purpose but no, they made me, and no amount of drugs they washed my brain in could make me happy about my life situation. Dr. Lianya is going to die a horrible horrible death once I'm done torturing her, oh yes. And you, Soto, trying to get a transfer off this station, having the gall to be unhappy with your situation here when you had more freedom than I'd ever have."

Oh no, she's repeating herself. I'm not gonna lie, part of me is actually really furious about this turn of events too, but it's currently being drowned out by my unrelenting fear.

"Don't you understand you had everything compared to me?! I was a fucking present for you!! Oh, hi Soto, here's this chick we grew just for you to fuck and throw away after you're done!! And now you're just standing there, spineless, nodding your head like a fucking idiot, still not listening or understanding what I'm saying!"
"I'm listening!" I shout a little too eagerly in a panic. "I'm listening. I'm hearing every word you're saying."
"Yes, but you don't understand! You could never understand!"

>another Soto
>I'm just the janitor
"I'm... I'm just the janitor! I'm Soto, janitor! Certified nobody! Sometimes tour guide, sometimes unwilling test subject, but all I do is mop corridors and keep the facilities clean! I won't lie and say I understand exactly how it could be to live a life like yours but I think you've got the wrong guy, if there's already two of us here maybe there's a third Soto?? And Lin was trying to set me up with Lar-- with an engineer, not a clone of myself!"

It... she... whatever they are pauses and starts to look increasingly upset. "So it's not just enough I was made to do one thing, but I was made to do one thing with something else that also barely matters?"
"That's what I was trying to say, yes, but I mean, I perform a vital service for the station--"
"No ya don't," says Mire. "'S a pity job. Robots'll do yer job faster."
"Uh, excuse me, I'm aware, part of my job is telling the cleanbots where to go."
"Station AI'll know better places to send 'em too."
"Yes, okay, thank you Mire, I appreciate your opinion."
"Ya don't sound particul'ly appreciative--"
"YES OKAY MIRE THANKS."

"Hey, hey, no, shut up, this isn't about you, this is about me," says the not-me. "So I was made to be a breeding vessel for some loser?"
Ouch. "I wouldn't describe myself as 'some loser', I mean--"
"Yeah," says Mire.
"Great. Great, just great. The only thing that kept me going was that maybe I was at least instrumental in some grand project, not just some checklist in a bunch of menial tasks. Well, it's a good fucking thing I'm out of that whole process either way. Honestly I feel like shoving eggs into your stomach would be a waste of time and effort now." The horrible spiky tentacle melts back into her flesh like it was never there. "I mean now I just want to see Dr. Lianya die twice for this."
"I'm sorry I led to you getting dumped into a biohazard bin," I blurt out.
"...no, that was what was going to happen after they were done with me, but whatever, I guess you aren't particularly bright either."
"Hey, hey, look, I wasn't given my job because of lack of capability, alright, all the higher roles were filled--"
"Sure, sure, tell yourself whatever you want to think, or whatever lies they fed you to keep you compliant. Ugh. Well, I was all geared up to kill something. Guess I can keep waiting on that. You, big green thing. Mire? What's your story?"

Mire's eyes widen. "Me? Th'fuck do I matter for?"
"Well, maybe you deserve horrible things happening to you or maybe there's someone you've been deeply wronged by, I don't know."
"What kinda psycho are you?"
"A vindictive one who just had her year long revenge fantasy deflated by the recipient being too pathetic to go through with it. Give me something. I need a new cause."
"I'm right here and I can hear you talking about me," I whine.

Both of them give me a look like I'm worse than garbage.

Maybe I am, who knows.

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"Well... 'snot much to tell, really," says Mire, looking uncomfortable. "Made for biochemical storage and synthesis, eighth in series, made obsolete by newer microbe mat techniques. Don't... don't really have a job anymore, get a stipend. See, 'cause originally they were gonna break me down for parts like a feckin' old car, but I got in good with legal. Got conservation status as a critically endangered artifical species. Specially seeing as they don't make us anymore. Which means the fuckers gotta pay me to keep me fed and healthy. Lawyer made bank too, lotta old-gen artificials kicking around desperate for that precedent. "

"So... you were made for one purpose and after that purpose was fulfilled they were going to throw you away?" asks the female not-me.
"Pretty much," says Mire.
"Oh."
"Yeah, and I didn't go around feckin' stabbing people like a psycho maniac about it either. Fuck, kid, I knew a lot of us weren't raised right but your brain is proper fucked. Maybe if the therapist's still alive we need to get you in there real fast."
"...hey, hey no! You don't get to claim the moral high ground! You had the freedom to talk to others, I was stuck in a fucking test tube with wires and tubes shoved into me! Some places more invasive than others!! Fuck off with your moralising, you old sack of gunk!"
"Old?! I was decanted five years ago, ya upstart bint!"
"Oh real nice, yes, please use sexual insults at me, that isn't something I have deep trauma over or anything, pleae, continue!"
"Feckin' hell, ya sound like Soto, fuck I can't believe the only other survivors are Soto and another Soto, just my luck that's how things end up--"
"I'm not Soto you insufferable asshole!"

"Hey, hey," I say, trying to de-escalate things. "The station is under attack and everyone else might be dead, let's try to stick together--"

The not-me, who probably has a name I should find out real soon, stares at me, and then lunges at me and pins me to the wall, throttling me with both hands.

"STICK TOGETHER?! STICK TOGETHER?! YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU?!"
"ghhkkk-- not-- what-- I-- meant-- agkk--"
"SURE IT WASN'T! YOU THINK I'M BLIND TO HOW YOU'VE BEEN STARING AT ME?!"
"hk-- I-- ghk--"

"Don't kill Soto," says Mire, with the same resignation of telling small children to stop quarrelling. "He's a feckin' moron. But he's a good guy. Doesn't deserve some fucked up psycho choking him to death."
"I can't risk him being alive!"
"Yeh, he's provin' to be such the risk right now, gettin' choked out."

She takes her hands away from my bruised neck. All things considered, she didn't squeeze hard enough to actually choke me very well. ...progress?

"But... I... I can't risk..." She looks at her hands, shaking with adrenaline. "I killed so many people..."

I slide onto the floor, and then she unexpectedly bursts into tears. Not that I can expect anything from this scenario, but this wasn't the thing I was expecting.

"I've killed so many people to keep myself safe! All to live to see this moment! And then it's nothing! Nothing! All of my life ended up being for one thing anyway and it didn't even matter! Nothing matters! None of this matters! Soto doesn't matter, I don't matter, we don't matter, my entire life has been a shadow of nothing! Nothing! Aaaauugghhh!"

She falls onto her knees and just sinks into incoherent sobbing.

Something gnaws at me from the inside when I look at her. Metaphorically. I understand in this situation it's important to clarify I do not feel alien parasites eating me from the inside.
Against my better judgement, I shuffle over to her, and crouch down near her.

"Hey, hey, hey, come on, it's alright."
"Soto," says Mire, "what are you doing."
"Well, it sounds to me like no one's shown her any compassion or even treated her like a normal person." Including, admittedly, myself up to this point. "Look, I know you hate everything I represent to you, but I know you don't hate me. You don't even really know me. And I don't hate you. If there's anything you want to talk about I'm here to listen, alright?"

In the middle of her sobbing she slowly and shakily nods. Mire takes a few steps back but looks at me incredulously as though I've performed some sort of miracle. Or she thinks I've lost it. One of the two.

"What's your name? I know you know mine."
"I never got one," she says, in between sobs. "I never even got a name."
"Maybe you should choose one."
"I don't... I don't know..."

Should I offer her a name? Maybe let her decide when she feels ready instead?
And then I'm, uh, not sure how to continue this conversation. I probably should continue it. I'm racing through my brain for all the responses the psychologist gave me and I'm realising I'm not very good at this.

Cherry. Cherry Soto. Has a nice flavor to it. Comes with a bendy straw too.

Look, if we group up, we get the benefits of an undying killer psycho on our side if we run into trouble. And when you run into safety, that is other survivors huddling in an escape pod, there's no suspicions of how you managed to survive all by yourself without being some kind of hostile one man army who cannot die. We're your social cover, you're our physical cover. It's a mutually beneficial parasitic relationship!

...uh, look, I know I'm not the best with words but... you are your own person yeah? I mean you can feel upset, you obviously have a sense of right and wrong, and you can chose what you want to do with your life right? I... uh, I get you've been pretty focus on your revenge but umm, you're still your own person so you have more then just revenge. You could try and be... well you can try and do anything really. You don't have to just worry about revenge, you don't have to... do what you said they made you for, you can just go and try to live a good life. I mean I think that would be a good middle finger to them by going out there and actually living a good life and making something of yourself. But before we can try and do any of that though we do kinda have to get out of here since their are people with guns shooting anyone they come across and I have no idea how long this station will stay together as it was already falling apart before the attack so if you know a way for us to get out of here that would be really really helpful to all of us right now.

Also if you want a name, Uh, would you like the name Alexa? I mean your more then free to not take it if you don't like it but I've heard some people around the station say it and I think it's a nice name so uh... what do you say Alexa?

>>930778
>name
Look. You're all free-willed biology experiment rejects here, more or less. She should pick her own name. She should pick things she wants to do. It's probably that simple. With the current chaos, she may have a shot at escaping this dump!

Heck, explore the universe, become the president, or a space pirate, or a painter, a cook or whatever. She's certainly got further she could go than Soto the Janitard, so if she really wants 'revenge' on you, her living a more fulfilling existence would, uh, actually be kind of upsetting?

Er. Not by much, you mean, good on her and all if she does, it's just... okay, not to sound jealous, but it's not like you can do her whole... symbiote regeneration, flesh melding spike weapon, brute strength thing. She's kind of superhero-ish, to be honest. Antihero-y? She has a whole tragic backstory, at least! You mean, it's way more tragic than yours, which is sad, but still makes her about 1000% cooler than you, and totally, like, valuable in this situation. Even if she's kind of lived a hellish, confusing existence and had to murder people which, wow, you're actually surprised she's feeling bad about that all things considered, but uh, she did it to stay alive so it's not like it's a point of critique and it's a good thing she feels bad, actually, but she shouldn't think that it was meaningless or that her existence is meaningless, because uh, she's got the potential to be anything she wants if she thinks about it.

Yeah, you think that's the point you wanted to make.

>>930780
Then introduce ourself as janitor soto and shake hands

>>930778
Let her decide. She's never had any decisions to make for herself. Even deciding to kill you was just a weird mixup of monster DNA.

Also, apologize to Mire, she's had a shitty life too.

>>930787
Agreed.

Then we gotta find a good way out of here.
Also ask Mire why you were in handcuffs, anyway.

>>930777
>”I mean now I just want to see Dr. Lianya die twice for this."
Odds are, the guys attacking the station have already killed her. But if Lianya is still alive, then we ain’t gonna stop her from killing her.

.....I mean, we don’t exactly have a reason to want to keep Lianya alive, right? Didn’t we kinda hate her?

>>930778
>Should I offer her a name? Maybe let her decide when she feels ready instead?
Let her decide

But seriously, if she wants to kill someone, then she can kill the people that are attacking this place. They’ll be getting in the way and trying to kill you guys while you’re all trying to escape.

>>930789
No, he was tied up with rope. That’s the only reason he was able to chew his way out of them.

>>930780
Only if we get to be Cola.

Let her decide, she's had no agency until now. Just ask her for something besides 'other me' for now for practical purposes.

She's her own person. She can decide when she's ready.

>>930778
Let her decide.

>>930778
Let her decide.
this should let her feel some control over her own life actually when i tihnk about it

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>didn't we hate Lin
Lin's... my relationship with her is complicated but I want to at the very least have a very long conversation with her about my dissatisfaction with how she's been doing things lately.
I don't really want her dead, as fucked up as it, is she is the closest thing to family I have.
She was always very cold, distant and impassive but it was the little things that broke through that facade. That's kind of what it felt like. A facade. There was genuine care underneath that frosty unimpressed expression. Which... I'm having a hard time reconciling with what I've just learned.

I'm pretty sure there's been a misunderstanding somewhere. We just need to find out what it was and who's really at fault here.

>odds are she's dead anyway
Until I see a body for either of them, Lin and Larity are just holed up somewhere. Don't take away my few remaining hopes.
I don't even really know why I care so much about Larity, I feel like that's more obligation than anything else. Yeah, she was cute, but we only just met.
Besides I have tons of other friends to worry about! ...Tons!

Okay so I might not have had many actual friends. ...So I might have had too much to drink one night and managed to get myself barred from the only bar this station has.
Let's not get into that right now.

>let her decide
"Well, when you're ready, just let us know and that's your new name, okay?"
She nods, still in tears.

"Also, Mire." I turn towards her. "I'm sorry to hear your life wasn't great either."
"Stow it, jannie," she mutters. "Big surprise, big megacorp runs research station on the frontier of feckin' nowhere and has morals looser than a gardener on hornythorn."
"A what on what--"
"Weren't you talkin' to little miss tentacles about somethin'?"

"I didn't want to be this freak," says our nameless acquaintance, sobbing a little harder. "I ended up being violated anyway! It crawled into my tube and I watched it, pierced through with every pipe and wire going, couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't even look away, as it worked its way into one of the IV tubes and... and then the voices, and then they panicked, and then I was so distraught and furious I just... I don't remember what I did, but I was free, and now the voices sometimes try to tell me what to do and most of them are really dumb ideas I ignore, and others are sympathetic, but I don't... I don't know if I'm even me anymore!"

Wow, I can't imagine what it would be like to be controlled by a bunch of voices that have a diverse spread of good ideas, bad ideas and crosstalk regarding my situation. That sounds like it'd be terrible. Good thing I'm just flying by with my wits alone and all these oddly intrusive ideas that are completely mine!

"Well, it looked like it saved your life," I offer.
"I guess," she whimpers. "I guess. What does my life matter, though?"
"You could do anything, be anything. Revenge isn't worth dedicating your life to. Really, the best revenge is a life well lived. Also I mean I'm kind of a little, uh, well, I dunno... I wouldn't mind having that sort of shapeshifty power thing, but... Sorry. Sorry, getting off track. Point is, your life matters. All our lives matter. Yes, you killed some people, but if you're this torn up about it, then you kind of at least owe it to them to keep on going, yeah?"

She sobs a little more strongly, but pulls herself together faster. I can almost taste the catharsis. She nods more vigorously.

"We really should stick as a group, though. We need to get off this station. Something I think we all want right now. And if we run into survivors, it'll look less odd to others if you show up as part of a group than as a single survivor without a scratch. And also, uh, you can help us out if we run into, uh, trouble."
"I don't want to keep hurting people. I've done enough of it. I'm done. I'm done with it, Soto."
"That's fine. That's fine too. Either way if we split up we're going to be putting ourselves into greater danger than if we team up. Alright?"

I stand up and lean against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief. She stands slowly too, still shaking, wiping tears from her face. Mire says nothing, but looks at the vent, lost in thought.

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"So, we need to find a way to an escape pod or something--"
"Hold on a moment," says... I sure hope she thinks of a name for herself soon. "Hold on. I can't, I can't do this. I can't risk this. If you of all people want to stay near me I have to know the truth. I have to know the answers."
"Do what? Wait, what's going on?"
"Stand wider, I need to see something."
"...what?" Ooookay, everything abruptly just went wrong again. Good. "I'm not letting you castrate me, just so we're clear, if that's what's on the table right now. I don't think that's entirely fair."
"No. I need to check something." She sure is staring intently at my crotch.


I begrudgingly lean against the wall and spread my legs a little wider, putting my most sensitive external organs into perilous danger for reasons I'm sure will make sense to me a year from now.
"Where's your penis?" she asks, confused.
I hear Mire spit take slime onto the wall. "Eh??"
"I... I don't walk around with it out," I say, feeling increasingly embarassed. "I wouldn't walk around with any of my parts out if I could help it! Apparently it's a limitation of bipedal design, something about crushing them if you have them internal--"
"Take it out," she says, flatly.
"I don't want to," I whine, discomfort rapidly escalating. "I don't see how it helps--"
"I need to double check something."
"Well, good luck with that. Besides I'd have to be turned on anyway and I'm not exactly turned on right now--"

She gently pushes her breasts into my chest, while softly moaning. Then, she whispers "Does this work?"
"What the fuck, you were just terrified I was going to knock you up and now you're... sending me very very mixed signals, is this a trap?"
She guides my hand to her own crotch and I inadvertantly slide my hand against her vulva, and aw damnit-- out bursts my junk from its hiding hole, throbbing at attention, as I curse whatever fucked up genetic designs made me this easy to excite.

She abruptly stands back as I fold my arms in annoyance. "Okay. There. Happy now?"
She looks in shock. "That... that could have... that would hurt. What the fuck."
Mire makes a low whistle. "Guess yer genes had to be good somewhere, eh."
"Not helping, Mire!"
"Yeah, fair. Hey, kid, th'fuck are you doin' touching up my associate? I'd ask if ya were broken in the headcage but we kinda know that's a strong aye now."
"I... I just wanted to know, he's been hyped up all my captive life, and I've known nothing about him, and... they pumped me full of a lot of chemicals, you know... all I had was my mind's eye and I just... wanted to see if any of it was close to the truth but this is obscene, who would design you like this?!"
"Yes okay that's enough of this now," I say. "I'm already going to have to take care of this so I'm not going to have something bouncing around between my legs when I'm next running for my life. Eesh."
"Really. Soto, We don't have time for that," says Mire.

"Okay, I'm sorry Soto, I just... I wish I had a rational explanation for what just happened there but..."
"Are you going to be like this all the time?"
"I don't know??"
"Oh good."

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"I could at least finish what I started," she says, as she rubs up against me, panting.
"What is wrong with you right now?"
"I... I just... I want to help solve this problem, and... and I have all this pent up energy and obssession over you, Soto, if I can't justify killing you I want to release it somehow!"
"NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE!"
"Okay, you two absolutely hopeless cases go fuck each others' idiot brains out or whatever," says Mire. "I'm gonna go see what's up that ladder."
"MIRE WAIT NO PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME WITH HER!"
"I'm... I'm choosing this! I'm choosing to do this! So what if it's a pregnancy risk?! There's ways around it!"
"What the fuck?! I didn't say I agree to it!!"
"Do you agree now?"

...hrrrrgggnnn. I'm ashamed, embarassed, and burning with desire.

Do I agree now?
Part of me is leaning towards no but more and more parts of me are leaning yes why does she feel so nice

Probably best to impregnate her now and get it over with before your urges start getting in the way at even worse times.

On the one hand, this maybe isn't a good time or place, and she's kind of crazy and unstable. She was just threatening you with death a few minutes ago, after all. She's probably still extremely dangerous.

On the other hand, she's probably still extremely dangerous, was just threatening you with death a few minutes ago and is kind of crazy and unstable. There's a lot worse that she could be doing to you rather than asking to bang, so maybe it's not a bad idea to just do whatever keeps her not murderous, especially if you want her to help you get the hell out of here without dying. Plus you're clearly into her. Do you usually get fear boners?

This is a trap. I know that's always the first instinct, but this time it's actually warranted. You do this, and every singularity, operative and clown on the station is going to home in on your location to point and laugh. Breathe in, and think of a horny granny!

>>930884
Fine, go for it. Just lay down and have her do everything. Be as neutral as possible.

I hope those spikes aren't rigid.

--

By the by, you should know that us intrusive thoughts arent yours. You are in the same boat as her.

Congrats.

>>930884
Well, you can just pull out.

Whoops, I guess this is happening now. I guess enjoy it while you can? Whether she kills you or something else, there is a good chance you are going to die soon anyway so why not screw the horrifying bioweapon thing. Just enjoy the moment?

>>930882
Huh, it really does look like candy corn.

>>930884
>to sex or not to sex? That is the question.
I highly advise against having sex! Especially after her rant about not wanting to do this at all!

There’s also the parasite she said fused to her! How do you know it’s not gonna crawl into your dick or something?!

And if she won’t take no for an answer, then you can just ask for a blowjob. There’s no risk of getting her pregnant if she uses her mouth!

And then she can tell you if your dick tastes like a candy corn!

>>930884
Uh. Uh. Well now neither of you are in your right mind. However uh....

Okay you're on your own, Soto. Good luck with that, try to have fun.

Look, this is a hilariously bad idea, but there's a clear genetic imperative in-built that's driving you towards it - or maybe she, and now you, are just both extremely lonely and horny. Either way do not have for-real sex with her. Trick the urges. Hug her and say okay, but you should lean away from anything close to actual breeding - and 69 it. Rub 'n fondle, squeeze and please. That sort of stuff. Some of the fun, none of the downsides. Not to mention less risk of her not getting off which... you should probably do your best to get her off.

Oh, and don't worry about her symbiote thing. If you get affected you get affected, if you don't, you don't. You've got enough weird impulses that it would probably be a nice change of pace to HEAR the logic behind them - and the whole regenerate from death thing might honestly come in handy right about now, even if identity issues wouldn't. Doesn't sound like the thing wanted to be in a body with a controlling mind, though, so you're probably safe.

>>930884
Have you ever heard the old adage "Don't stick your dick in crazy"?

Also aliens are going around killing people. You probably should focus on figuring out what the fuck is going on.

>>930898
Who says he isnt already infected? What are we? You know, just one intrusive thought to another.

Yeah, it's great that she likes your dick and all, but the situation's too life-threatening for anybody to be making genuinely rational decisions right now. She's a lovely lady-clone and it'd be great to do something sometime that isn't now, when you've both had a chance to calm down and mull over all this terrible and conflicting information you've both been laden with.

Plus you can fuck way more times if you survive now and fuck later, than if you fuck now and die. Prioritize the long term.

Start by getting your finger in there. Melt off some panic as you hold each other. Once you calm down a third, assuming you're both still panting with desire then go ahead and have a romantic vent fuck.

Masturbate and maintain eye contact to assert dominance.

Nope nope nope. Mire is wandering off alone, rule #1 is don't split up. Rule #2 is find some clothes.

after all that talk about killing you and why... I'm going to have to go with a gentle but firm no.

>>930886
This is reasonable, to be honest.

Sounds like she'll end up regretting it more than you. Obviously you should take the middle-ground where you both get off without any long-term consequences (>>930914 >>930898). And if that fate's in store for you both anyway this just means you two'll get to do it more than once today.

Convince her maybe she'd like a better first time than one at the bottom of a sewer. After you've cleared that hurdle, convince her she ALSO deserves a better first time than one in a burning space station. Maybe sprinkle in some of your concerns about subliminally programmed responses or parasite influence of her faculties.

Give her the D!

Yeahhh, NO.

Don't know about this, I'm leaning towards don't do it.

>>930884
No, you don't. There's far better times to do this, like when any of your lives are not being endangered by goons.
You hate Mire's slime right? If you really need to get your arousal down go and rub that on your face.
The consequences of that are demonstratively better than being left here or getting tired.

Clearly the answer is to premature ejaculate like a packet of ketchup right then and there.

Jizz your lack of pants, Soto.

Do it, Soto. How often do you have a chance to do something that fells good? ...How long until you get the chance again? Just relax and do what feels natural.

>>930884
Don't do it! You'll both regret it!

Tbh, i feel like if we decline we are going to either be raped or we will be killed. Imo it is best to just do whatever she says.

Doubt it would be wise to say no to her kind of crazy, so I guess the best option is to rock her world, but quickly.

It's a bad idea, for sure. You barely know her, she wanted to harm you less than 5 minutes ago, and now she wants you?

This situation is crazy, there's experiments on the loose, soldiers killing people, just- Fuck it. What's the worst that could happen? Maybe just go along with what's happening. You might not survive to see the consequences anyway, none of you might with the soldiers around. (This is a vote for. IMO it's maybe a bad idea, but an interesting one.)

"N-no, I don't. Considering how we appear to uhhhh be hormonally compromised I can't help uh but feel like this would be taking advantage and undoing everything we just talked about???"

Neither of you is entirely in control now, it would only make it worse. Also, never on the first date, right?

(Good thing I'm just flying by with my wits alone and all these oddly intrusive ideas that are completely mine!)


expected what if you got the same thing she got voices wise and you are in denial about it for all you know it could of happened to you as well. speaking of voices. if you think it wise . you could tell her that maybe you got your own kind of voices in your head too and what their opinion are or keep it to yourself now and wait to tell her later.

also ask her this, despite all of that with what been done to her to make her like this. is she ok going through with this by her own voice & freewill. and what are her other head voices saying about this situation right now.

also is there a way the both of you can think of to quickly sate her urges without the risk of impregnation for at least long enough to get somewhere more safe like a hard to find room with a lock door to hide behind then decide with a clear head to go all the way with what she wants?
so as not to worry about being caught by hostile forces while in the middle of intercource and unable to run away or defend the both or all three of you. if not. make sure it safe enough for you two as best as possible and it fast enough so to escape this place alive and hopefully with out being found by those willing to take your life and freedom.

Do it! You want it, she wants it (now,) so just do it and get it over with. Otherwise you're both gonna be seriously distracted by your raging libidos. Just go fast and hard and it won't be more than five minutes 'till it's done.

It seems like it might be important to ask what exactly her intentions are. Differences in expectations can be problematic. But if there’s no particular time pressure, and this won’t get toxically awkward later, then maybe it would be okay to do something without a pregnancy risk.

Propose that you should both do mouth stuff. That way she doesn't get pregnant.