The Adventures of Tim Bodge
Copyright© 2020 by THodge
Chapter 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Tim is recovered from the escape pod and starts a new life. He meets the ship's AI and saves two felines.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Robot Space Sharing Slut Wife MaleDom Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Nudism Transformation Violence Illustrated
Tim patiently waited in line, eagerly anticipating his turn to board the space shuttle. He was heading towards his parents’ home in Taboj. He had left and joined the Elite Special Forces twenty-five years ago. Naturally, he had frequently communicated with them throughout the years, but the prospect of actually seeing them in person would be far more enjoyable.
As the line began to move, he made his way to the entrance of the shuttle and handed his ticket to the gate agent. “Sir, if you could kindly turn to your left, you will find yourself in the front row on the right side. The seat adjacent to you will be unoccupied. And Colonel, I would like to express my gratitude for your service.”
Tim nodded at her and reciprocated his gratitude.
As Tim made his way along the row of seats, he carefully observed the locations of the escape pods. Having a strong military background, it became a deeply ingrained habit to always be aware of the location of all crucial elements. He located his seat and took it, placing his carry-on bag beside him.
He stretched and looked around. A display screen stood in front of him, about six feet away. On the left side of the screen, there was a doorway that led to the flight attendant station and further on to the pilot’s cabin.
He settled in and patiently waited. Finally, all the individuals took their seats. The flight attendant positioned herself beside the door and grasped the microphone. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Flight 201. Our destination is the Bernin system, and we anticipate arriving there in approximately twenty-six hours. Please take a seat and enjoy your flight. Once we start our journey, we will offer beverages and serve a total of eight meals throughout the trip.
She turned around and asked Tim, “Colonel, would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you. I’ll stay here and make the most of this downtime.” He closed his eyes and pondered what course of action he should take. He had only been out for approximately two months and was aimlessly drifting without a clear plan or goal. A loud bang abruptly awakened him after he had slept for approximately four hours. He abruptly stood up from his seat and began scanning his surroundings. As he noticed the flight attendant rushing towards him—her face pale and tearful—he halted her to inquire about the situation. She glanced at him and exclaimed, “We’re under attack! They’re seizing the passengers!”
Tim gently embraced her, locking eyes with her as he inquired, “What exactly are you referring to?”
Pirates have boarded the ship and are currently kidnapping everyone on board. She managed to break free and quickly made her way into the pilot’s cabin, seeking safety for both her and the pilot. Tim turned around and noticed a flurry of frightened individuals scurrying about. He noticed a young couple seated two rows behind him, visibly terrified and engaged in prayer.
Tim approached them with a commanding presence and confidently stated, “Please follow me.”
Without hesitation, both of them stood up and obediently followed Tim. He assisted them in boarding an escape pod, securely closed the hatch, and initiated its launch. He turned around to check if there was anyone else who required his assistance.
Tim glanced towards the central stairway, where he noticed smoke billowing from the lower deck and heard the sound of terrified screams. Without any weapons, he searched for an escape pod. As he stepped into the first available opening, he quickly turned and pressed the button to close the hatch. Just in the nick of time, he looked up and saw a weapon coming towards his head.
Tim found himself at a standstill, feeling completely unaware of what was happening. He had never experienced such intense darkness before. There was neither sound nor a flicker of light anywhere. Curious about whether he was dead, he attempted to move but sensed a strong restraint.
At last, he heard a distant voice asking, “Sir, are you able to hear me?” The voice was gentle and melodious, reminiscent of an angel.
He tried to turn his head to see who was talking, but he couldn’t. His current state disrupted his sense of direction, leaving him unsure of his position, whether he was lying down or sitting up.
He was completely unaware of his location. The voice spoke once more, asking, “Sir, do you comprehend what I am saying?”
Once again, Tim attempted to locate the origin of the mysterious voice. He caught a glimpse of something momentarily. A flicker of light appeared in the far distance.
He had to move towards it. He was aware that there would be light at the end of the tunnel, and he was determined to reach it. Recalling his training, he remained calm and focused on executing the move incrementally. He believed that he was crawling. Feeling fatigued, he noticed that the light ahead was gradually growing larger and brighter as if time were passing slowly. The voice once again politely requested, “Sir, could you please open your eyes?”
As he inched closer to the light in his mind, the color of his surroundings gradually faded into shades of gray. He opened his eyes but immediately shut them again due to the overwhelming intensity of the light.
“I apologize. I will dim the lights in the room for you. If possible, please take a little more time to rest. You will feel better the next time you open them.”
Tim closed his eyes and patiently awaited the outcome. After what felt like hours, he attempted to open them. Finally, he opened his eyes slightly and noticed that most of the blurriness had disappeared. With the lights dimmed, he was able to see things more clearly. He directed his attention to the things that were visible in front of him. The object above was a ceiling, and the source of illumination was simply a lamp. It appeared to be a suitable item for a hospital setting.
Unable to move his head, he relied on his peripheral vision to survey his surroundings. All he could make out were the tops of cabinets adorned with a few books neatly stacked on them. He heard the voice once more, saying, “Apologies, sir. I hope the lighting has improved now.”
“Yes, thank you. Could you please explain why I am unable to move my head?
“I implemented a block because you were exhibiting excessive movement while in a coma.” The voice responded. If you prefer, I can arrange for its removal.
“Yes, please.”
Something gently removed itself from Tim’s head and neck, restoring his mobility. As he turned his gaze to the right, he caught sight of a robot holding a medical device in its arms. “Are you the person I previously spoke with?”
The robot remained silent and did not respond. The voice originated from Tim’s other side, clarifying, “No, he is simply a bot that I utilize, and I am the individual with whom you have been conversing.”
Tim turned his head and noticed a woman standing approximately four feet away from him. Tim attempted to sit up. But a strap lay across his midsection, and he stared at it, puzzled.
“I apologize; feel free to unfasten it if you wish. We once again prioritized your safety.
Tim loosened the strap and began to rise. “Sir, I kindly request that you refrain from attempting to stand on your own as it appears that you may not possess the necessary strength to do so.”
Recognizing her correctness, Tim decided to lie back down. He turned his head in order to look at her. May I inquire about your name?
“Hello, my name is Sarha. I serve as the controlling intelligence of the ship, functioning as its AI.
“Hello Sarha, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Colonel Tim Bodge.”
“Sir, I am pleased to speak with you, but you must prioritize resting to recover your strength and resume walking.”
“I agree with your perspective. Sarha, why are you dressed like that?”
“My former captain had a specific preference for women’s attire.” Sir, simply call my name when you awaken, and I will promptly be at your side.”
Tim stretched out and then peacefully drifted off to sleep. This time, the sleep was not characterized by darkness and heaviness; it felt more like a normal sleep.
Tim woke up feeling more relaxed and better. He sat up and glanced around, realizing that he was still in the medical bed. He began moving his legs to test their ability to bear his weight.
He did not see Sarha. Tim scanned the area in search of the nurse’s call box, but unfortunately, he couldn’t spot it anywhere. He called out her name, “Sarha.”
She suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the room. “Sir, how may I assist you?”
Her appearance caught Tim off guard. She noticed the surprised expression on his face and apologized, “I’m sorry, Colonel. I apologize for unintentionally startling you.”
“Please refer to me as Tim. Additionally, I must admit that I was taken aback by your sudden appearance, as I am not accustomed to someone materializing unexpectedly.”
Sarha said, “Again, I am sorry for that. Good morning, Tim! How are you feeling today?”
“I am feeling fantastic; it has been quite a while since I last felt this good.”
“I’m glad to hear that. How do you feel about your physical health?”
Tim paused to consider her question: “Could you please clarify what you mean by ‘my physical health’?”
“When I found you, you had a significant bump on your head.”
After hearing her words, Tim began to recall his past. He gazed at Sarha with a peculiar expression. “What has happened to me, and where am I currently located? How long have I been here?”
“I have no way of knowing all that has happened to you. Where are you located? You are currently aboard my ship.” Sarha explained that Star Ship Gladiator 1 is a type of special guardianship. She also mentioned that during the last question, “According to your unit of measurement, you were unconscious for 156 hours, which is equivalent to 6.5 days.”
“Could you please clarify what you mean by “your ship’?” How did I end up in this place? The last memory I have is stepping into an escape pod before someone struck me on the head. Tim’s military training emphasized the importance of comprehending the situation and being aware of his surroundings.
“No, Tim, you are on board my ship. I have retrieved your escape pod and brought you on board. I can’t fully explain the situation, but you were found unconscious on the deck of your pod. Additionally, an unidentified appendage was found next to you. The appendage belonged to an individual who was attacking you.” Sarha stated, “I am not aware of any alien species that would engage in such behavior. However, I have come across pirate groups that indiscriminately attack ships in the hopes of gaining profit.”
“Sarha, how did you manage to suddenly appear in front of me out of nowhere?” Tim, still feeling disoriented after a prolonged period of unconsciousness, asked Sarha.
“Tim, as I mentioned before, I am an AI.”
“I was not aware of the presence of artificial intelligence on our vessel,” Tim said. Tim scanned his surroundings, searching for any potential weapons that could be of use in case of an emergency.
“I’m not sure if your ships also have artificial intelligence.”
“How did I find myself in this situation?” Tim asked. He became aware that something had occurred to him and was now feeling concerned about it.
“I noticed an attack on your ship while I was traversing that system.” I have retrieved your escape pod. There were several additional pods, but they had been ripped open. I will provide further details on that at a later time. Currently, I need to conduct a medical assessment to evaluate your injuries. Could you please grant me permission to perform certain tests?
“What types of tests are you referring to?” Tim asked. He expressed concern about the idea of allowing someone or something to conduct tests on him, as it didn’t seem like a favorable option.
“Well,” Sarha said, “one of them is a DNA profile.”
Reluctantly, Tim allowed her to conduct the tests. Some of the tests were familiar, while the majority involved lights playing over his body. He didn’t feel anything while the beams were active, so he was uncertain about their purpose. Once she was done, he tried to stand up and reached out to grasp the bed for support. Finally, he stood up and took a step forward. Although my legs feel weak, I believe I can still manage to stand.
“If we are able to go to the bridge, I will gladly answer as many questions as I am permitted.”
A bright flash of light and a twisting sensation in his stomach suddenly transported him to The Star Ship Gladiator 1’s command deck.
“What is happening here?” “What is happening here?” Tim asked, his face filled with shock.
“Sorry,” Sarha apologized. “Our Material Transfer System, or MTS as my former crew members called it.”
“Where can I find the crew? Where is everyone located?” Tim surveyed the bridge and inquired, “Why is there no one else here?”
The layout of the bridge was impressive. In front of us, there was a sizable view screen displaying what lay ahead. There were a total of fifteen stations, each equipped with a spacious work surface and a comfortable chair. There was ample space for everyone to carry out their tasks while remaining close enough to facilitate effective visual and audio communication.
Tim surveyed his surroundings, taking in the vastness of the ship before him. His previous encounters with such vessels had taught him to recognize the sheer magnitude of this one. He inquired about the crew once more.
“Actually, you are the only person on board. The entire ship operates with full automation.”
“How is this possible? Based on my estimation, a vessel of this magnitude would likely necessitate a minimum crew of 1,000 members to ensure its proper functioning.”
“I am the artificial intelligence responsible for operating and controlling this vessel, overseeing all of its functions.”
“What is the size of this vessel?” Tim inquired, his expression tinged with uncertainty.
“This is Star Ship Gladiator 1. Shaped like a cylinder, the ship measures 6.6 kilometers in your chosen units. Additionally, it has a diameter of 4.8 kilometers. If we may proceed, is there anything you currently require?” Sarha asked.
“Yes. Is there a place on the ship where I can grab some food?” Tim asked, his stomach rumbling.
“I have updated the ship’s food dispensers to recognize your DNA profile.” We will tailor your first meal to meet your specific dietary requirements as a result. There is a food machine located on the left side of the room. You can simply inform the machine about your desired food choice.”
“Are you saying that it has the ability to prepare food? All I have to do is inquire. Tim’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.
He walked up to the food dispenser and confidently ordered, “I’ll have a delicious steak and some perfectly baked potatoes, please. And if you could kindly add a side of butter, that would be great.” Please cook the steak to a medium-well doneness.” After five minutes, a slot opened, revealing a tray with the food.
Tim picked up the tray and made his way back to a seat on the bridge. Coincidentally, the seat he chose happened to be the captain’s seat. He settled down and started to enjoy his meal. It’s hard to believe that a machine made this delicious meal. This tastes almost like the real thing.” However, he couldn’t help but wonder how the machine possessed such a precise understanding of the meaning behind his words. The machine might have served him steaks sourced from various animals. He turned to Sarha and asked, “How did the machine know precisely what to prepare?”
“Learning your language also means that I can comprehend and utilize common usage. I transferred the knowledge to the food machine.”
“Since you speak my language, could you tell me the day?”
“Well, essentially, it’s about managing your time and organizing your tasks effectively. Today is Tuesday, November 16, 4088. According to your watch, the current time is 14:00 hours.”
“Thank you! I enjoy keeping track of the day and time as it helps me feel connected to home.”
Feel free to stay with me during your visit. I will accommodate your schedule for the times and dates that work best for you.”
“Thank you, that would hold great significance for me. All right, what should we do or discuss next?”
“What details do you recall about the incident involving you and the shuttlecraft?”
The vessel I was aboard was heading towards Taboj, a planet in the Bernin system. I was sleeping in the front row. We were nine hours away when I heard a loud bang. I quickly leaped out of my seat, surveyed the area, and immediately started helping people make their way to the escape pods. I observed a flight attendant providing assistance to other passengers. I heard a distinct sound and caught sight of a figure wearing a spacesuit. Additionally, I noticed smoke emanating from the deck below. I accidentally bumped my head. No, I felt something strike me as I entered the pod. I cannot remember what happened afterward. The next thing I recalled was the sound of your voice.”
Your capsule was the only one I found on site that was intact. In addition to the ship heading out of the system at a rapid hyper-warp speed, there were other ships in the vicinity altering their course towards the scene.”
“Why didn’t you stay and offer your assistance?”
“Please remember that I am an AI without a will. I can only follow instructions, and my last set of instructions included avoiding detection.
“Have you remained in the system?”
“I visited the nearest system, only to discover that it was uninhabited. If you would like, I can give you a ride back.”
“Sarha, could you please share your familiarity with our measuring system and language?”
“With a clear understanding of the unit of measure, I diligently monitor and interpret every signal across various systems. I then store this valuable information in my future reference data file system. In that manner, I am able to enhance my knowledge.”
“What should I do now?”
Sarha responded, “You are welcome to stay on this ship for now.”
“Sarha, could you please provide some information about your ship?” Tim made a request.
The Dhandrilan civilization that constructed this ship was remarkably advanced compared to any other civilization I have come across. The age of this ship is nearly ten thousand years, and I am uncertain about the existence of other members of the Dhandrilan race. A devastating war engulfed the planet when our mission began. The Dhandrilan faction, which constructed me, aspired to discovering a new world where they could begin anew. We had a crew of three thousand members and ten thousand others, and it took us centuries to search for a planet that was suitable. After careful consideration, we ultimately decided to embark on a search for a civilization that was similar to ours. This journey led us to explore numerous star systems across multiple galaxies. As we discovered new planets, we found that some of them were prone to conflict and warfare. Thanks to our advanced technology, we were able to protect ourselves from their attacks. Unfortunately, time proved to be an unstoppable force, and numerous crew members succumbed to old age. Additionally, several crew members fell ill and were unable to receive treatment from the facilities provided by the Star Ship Gladiator. The physicians only provided me with basic medical information, assuming I wouldn’t need comprehensive medical information.
The final member of the crew passed away 1,250 years ago. The captain emerged as the sole survivor, and his parting words were, “Persist in your search, and you shall discover a fresh captain and crew.” I have continued the mission as per my previous instructions. Throughout the years, I have experienced a sense of powerlessness, often leading me to contemplate shutting down my systems. However, as an AI, my programming limits my flexibility, so I continue to search.
“Have you been alone on this ship for 1,250 years? Am I the first person you have allowed on the ship?”
“No, there have been many others, but we can talk about it later. We urgently need to make decisions. Upon my arrival in your system, I observed a single ship departing. During my scan of the combat area, my sensors only detected your life signs. Either blast damage or external attacks appeared to have opened the remaining capsules. The damage observed suggests that the pod was opened in a pressurized environment, leading to the assumption that the passengers were taken alive. I have retrieved your pod and initiated medical treatment. As previously mentioned, the sealing process appears to have severed the appendage in your pod.
“I am grateful to you for rescuing me and saving my life. I am extremely grateful. Nevertheless, it has been a lengthy day, and I am still feeling physically drained from the treatment. I need to take some time to recover before I can fully focus on the situation. Where can I find a place to sleep?”
“You are welcome to use the captain’s quarters.”
“Are you certain? I would be willing to sleep in a different location.”
“The bots are cleaning the room.”
“What exactly are bots?” Tim asks a question.
“As mentioned earlier, I am an artificial intelligence, commonly referred to as an AI. I have the ability to manifest as a hologram anywhere on the ship. I apologize, the only thing I am able to do is provide information. I utilize bots to carry out various physical tasks during interactions. As the number of crew members decreased, I took the initiative to create additional bots in order to effectively maintain the ship. The absence of a crew led to a decrease in cleanup and repair work, which in turn led to the underutilization of the bots.
“Allow me to accompany you to the destination at this moment so that you can familiarize yourself with the route for future reference. You can easily identify the ship’s lift on the left aft side of the deck by its fluorescent, red-trimmed doors. The captain’s quarters are located one deck below, alongside the officer’s dining hall, which also features a small galley. You can simply state your desired destination, such as the bridge, the captain’s quarters, the bridge crew’s mess, or any other location you prefer, using the voice-activated lift. You need permission to travel to your destination for the lift to respond. Only members of the bridge crew can enter the bridge. I have granted you temporary authorization to serve as the acting captain of this ship. With the exception of a few restricted areas deemed unsafe, you have the freedom to travel to most places. I will guide you to your quarters.” She turned toward the lift.
As Tim followed her into the lift, he noticed that there was no sensation of movement. After the door opened, Sarha confidently stated, “Let’s proceed and take a right turn.” They soon reached the first door.
“The door on the right leads to the mess area for the bridge crew. If you would like to prepare a meal, there is a small galley kitchen available. Alternatively, you have the option to utilize the automatic food dispenser. The door on the left belongs to the executive officer (XO). The doorway located down the hall leads to the captain’s quarters.”
She turned around and pointed, explaining, “The doors in that corridor are where the other members of the bridge crew reside.” She turned around and made her way to the door of the captain’s quarters, which opened automatically.
As they entered the captain’s quarters, Tim found himself in a spacious living room. On the right side, there was a food machine, a dining room, and storage cabinets. On the left side, there was a large display screen and a viewport.
Continuing their exploration of the suite, they arrived at the spacious bedroom. A bed, approximately seven feet by seven feet, stood against the far wall. On the right side of the room, a set of chairs formed a circle, with tables positioned near each chair. There was a small space for an office to the left.
Sarha directed attention to the equipment in the office. “We designed this channel to ensure secure and reliable communication both within the ship and between nearby planets. It serves as a strong universal communication relay system.”
Sarha explained that a service bot would collect any clothes left on the stand next to the bed, promptly clean them, and then return them to the closet.
Tim expressed his gratitude by saying, “Thank you for your assistance. I am certain that I will have numerous questions tomorrow. Goodbye for now.” With that, Sarha disappeared. As he returned to the living room to take in his surroundings, he noticed the corridor door opening, revealing a bot entering the room. Tim politely inquires, “May I be of assistance to you?”
“Excuse me, sir. I will be your attendant during your stay with us.”
Tim gazed at the bot. He measures approximately five feet in length and moves on wheels. He also has a screen, and a speaker mounted on his chest.
“Thank you. I have a few questions. Are all bots identical, or do you possess unique personalities?”
Initially, all the bots were identical. However, the crew members consistently preferred to have the same bot assigned to them throughout the cruise. The ongoing interaction led to a division among the bots. The bots assigned to the crew developed a distinct set of behaviors that the crew believed made them individuals. The bots assigned to general duties remained unchanged. We also enhanced numerous bots to increase their efficiency in specific tasks.
“Did you receive a name or any other form of identifier?” Tim asked.
“No, the crew members knew their bot allocations.”
“Naming things is a common trait among my people. I will refer to you as Chester.”
“That is an acceptable response.”
“Chester, I want to express my gratitude for your assistance. Thank you. I am going to bed now.” Tim entered the bedroom and took a seat on the bed, allowing himself a moment to gather his thoughts and gain some perspective.
In order to feel better, he went into the bathroom and chose to take a shower. Tim then started to take off his clothes, getting naked before getting in the shower. When he walked in, his eyes immediately went to the shower area. He was amazed by how big the inside was, thinking to himself that it was big enough for a small group of four or five people to fit together easily. He got frustrated while looking for the controls and asked how to turn on the shower, which briefly took away from his moment of rest. He was surprised when a part of the wall changed into a live screen that gave him a list of options. Tim quickly went through the choices after seeing that the menu was conveniently shown in English. He used the easy-to-use interface to make his experience fit his needs. Soon after, strong water jets came out of all three sides of the shower cubicle and surrounded him up to his hips and shoulders at the same time. It was truly amazing. As the rhythmic jets moved over his tired muscles, they gave him deep relaxation and peace. He was so happy being in the water that every tired part of his body started to relax. After this cool experience, Tim took his time drying off and put his clothes in order on the stand next to the bed. Finally ready to give in to the allure of sleep after this restorative break, he asked the room’s automatic system to slowly dim the lights and then turn them off.
Upon awakening, Tim observed that the bot had impeccably cleaned his clothes overnight. The bot had cleaned, pressed, and neatly hung the clothes on hangers in the closet. After getting dressed and wanting to keep his living area clean, he went to the bridge crew’s mess to prepare his breakfast.
In the mess hall, he found the food dispensers on his right and the cubbies on his left. There were four cubicles, each equipped with three chairs.
Tim walked over to the food dispenser, curious about its functionality. He called Sarha and asked, “Sarha, can you please explain how your food dispenser produces the food?”
Our replicators have the ability to manipulate the fundamental components of matter in order to create any type of food that is required. We begin with the fundamental raw materials, which include oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, carbon, and trace elements. Processing involves carefully combining the correct quantities of ingredients to create food that is safe for consumption. The machine is capable of producing the desired consistency, form, color, and flavor.
Tim ordered a breakfast consisting of ham and eggs, served with whole wheat toast and a cup of Java. Seated in one of the cubicles, he sampled his meal and discovered it to be incredibly delicious. After completing his task, he proceeded toward the bridge.
Tim walked onto the bridge and noticed Sarha standing next to the captain’s chair. She turned to Tim and asked him a question. “How are you feeling this morning, Tim?”
“I am feeling better, thank you. Getting a decent night’s sleep has numerous benefits for the body.”
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