Chapter 1 - Sex in Space has Consequences

Author’s note – portions of this chapter have been published before as ‘Lovebots at Griswold Station’ and part of a chapter of ‘What Next?’ There is a lot of new material as well.

May 2261 – Luna (Earth’s moon) dark side – Griswold Radio Telescope Station

When Investigator Connie Farrier landed near the station, she climbed into her space suit and cycled her lander’s airlock. She stepped out and walked directly toward the main entrance. She had planned to walk around the whole station and its ten-kilometer radio dish to investigate the operator Dan Clark’s disappearance, but there was no need.

Most of the evidence was on the lunar dust just outside the station’s main airlock door, which was wide open. A man’s frozen and nude corpse laid twenty meters from it with his head nearest the entrance. Underneath him, she could see a small dark-skinned Lollibot. Lollibots had been designed to survive some of the roughest bedroom activities, but not the cryogenic chill of space. The two were fastened together by the man’s penis and frozen bodily fluids. The Investigator left them there for the moment and went inside. After repressurizing the small station, she removed her helmet.

She saw two more Lollibots laying on the floor recharging. At first Connie had suspected one of the ‘bots may have caused Dan’s death, but there were no signs they had harmed him or tried to. Their logs showed twice a day for over a month, the two larger ones had attempted a rescue. Cinnamon remained in the airlock, connected to the charger in the kitchen by the longest electrical cable they had. There was a long rope tied around one of Lemon’s ankles. Lemon would always get six steps past the outer airlock door, then slump to the Lunar soil as the extreme cold made her batteries fail. As always, Cinnamon would use the rope to pull her back inside and plug her into the charger again.

The Investigator jealously thought if Cinnamon’s chest were any larger, it might get used as furniture. Each breast was nearly twice the size of her head! Lemon was only the height of Dan’s armpit, with an improbably narrow waist and an unnaturally long tongue. As she laid immobile recharging, the tip of it touched one of her ears! Little Cocoa was almost flat-chested, quite dark-skinned, and only as tall as Dan’s navel.

In the control room Connie played back Dan’s log entries and other recordings. In the only one of interest, which he had sent to a competing company in a woefully pitiful attempt to get a better job, he slurred several words as he drank a brownish liquid from a bottle. He started with, “I’m Senior Maintenance Technician Dan Clark, and I’m great at my job. The station I run has a population of thirty-four. If you exclude the robots, it’s just me. I make sure the gigantic radio telescope here keeps working and keeps sending data back to the scientists on Earth.

The system I set up is so efficient that if there’s ever a problem, I just need to say the word and thirty maintenance bots will investigate and fix nearly anything that could possibly go wrong. In my three and a half years here, I’ve only had to do it half a dozen times. I’m SO glad my four-year contract is almost up, so I can go home and screw my beautiful wife! Anyway, I spend most of my time here bored out of my mind, listening for the malfunction alarm. I’m glad I brought along three Lollibots to help pass the time. I know they’re not real women, but pussy is pussy and they give me a good time every day. My booze maker helps a lot too.”

Connie could only imagine how badly the employment recruiter who received it had reacted, especially if they were female. That was the only record which had anything personal in it. All the others were versions of, “No problems yesterday”, “Minor problem fixed”, or “Everything operational.”

She started watching the video recordings for the day of the incident. After waking up and using the restroom, Dan noticed the date on the kitchen view screen and smiled. He walked the three steps back to his bedroom and told the Lollibots, “Great news, girls! Carnival starts today! Dress in Carnival costumes! Computer, play Brazilian Carnival music.” The man and the Lollibots had their own little parade, dancing around the station with him in his boxers and the female robots in bikinis.

Mainly for safety reasons, alcohol was banned on Luna, but Connie discovered an improvised distilling apparatus. There were a couple of jugs containing a semi-frozen and foul-smelling batch of brew that appeared ready for it. In the video the man had filled a small bottle from the container at the bottom of the still and drank. He coughed a few times then commented, “Mmmmm, perfect! Rotgut rum for Carnival!”

The video showed him drinking from the bottle several more times over the next hours, as he and the bots danced around the station. He stopped to have sex with redheaded Lollibot Cinnamon in the control room, leaning against the wall. A few hours later, he screwed the blonde, Lemon, on the storage room floor. “Mmmm! You’re great, Lemon! I think maybe I’ll clean you up and give you to my son for his birthday. When I was 15, I couldn’t imagine a better gift and he’ll be 15 soon.”

After he ate supper, they started the parade again. When they got to the airlock he picked up little Cocoa. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lifted her up and down as he thrust his penis into her. As he started to climax he leaned toward the outer door, still bouncing her up and down.

The bot descended, her butt pressed against the airlock door handle, and it blew open. In the low gravity, the air rushing out blasted them forty meters from the station. The man held the robot to him, clumsily stood and turned around, then took a few steps toward safety. He was naked on the lunar surface, and shock and lack of air killed him before he could make it even halfway back. Cocoa’s battery drained extremely quickly in the intense cold, so she could only lay beneath Dan as he expired.

Connie looked up at the ceiling in amazement, let out a big sigh, then touched her ‘record’ button. “Griswold Station disappearance results – Dan Clark is a fatality by misadventure. No foul play discovered or suspected.”

She slowly shook her head and mused to herself, “I guess he set a record. He was the first human to ever have sex in the vacuum of space. Horny idiot!”

June 2261, Senior Inspector Hans Lorrent, Washington, DC, Earth

Connie’s strange discovery on the moon was the final case I supervised before my vacation. I’d gotten tired of commanding and deciding everything constantly, and asked my wife to arrange my trip and surprise me. She told me if she could do what she wanted for two weeks while I was away, she’d make sure I had the time of my life too. She escorted me to the teleport station instead of transit or the spaceport. She said, “Have a great time. I’m sure you’ll be happily surprised. Enjoy the Rejuve treatment I ordered for you, too.” We kissed as I thought ‘Rejuve? But I’m only 41.’ I stepped onto the teleport pad and consciousness rapidly faded.

I was made of marshmallows and resting on a puffy cloud. Everything I felt was comfortable and soft, and everywhere I looked there were clouds, dimly lit by early morning sunlight filtered through a fog. I smelled vanilla and a slight bit of orange and thought of orange juice and French toast, my favorite breakfast. I was warm and cozy and didn’t have a care in the world. I woke from the nice dream and opened my eyes.

I was laying on a large bed with my body sunken halfway into the overly soft mattress. A thin white sheet covered me and most of the room was light gray. The dim lighting emanated from small orbs on the wall, shining toward the floor in the corners of the room. I smelled vanilla and fruit. I heard water running faintly, like a distant river. I didn’t think I had ever felt so comfortable or relaxed before.

Other than the bed, the only furniture in the room was a long narrow coffee table. It was on one side of the room, opposite the three doors on the other wall. I discovered I was nude and my arms smelled slightly of soap. I had bathed recently. I usually woke up needing to urinate urgently, but I only felt a mild discomfort in my bladder. Going to the bathroom would be good but I could wait an hour if I needed to.

I got up and opened the door nearest the bed. It was a closet with several neatly folded sheets, three light gray blankets, and half a dozen thin white bath robes. The other three shelves in the closet were empty and two pairs of VERY large slippers were on the closet floor. I put a robe on and was surprisingly warm considering the thin, almost silk, feel of it. I experimentally stepped into one of the huge slippers. It slowly shrank to fit my foot comfortably, so I did the same with my other foot. I wondered if I was still dreaming.

I tried to open the middle door but it seemed to be locked. The third door opened into a bathroom with a large tub along the far side, a sink near the door, and a toilet. I emptied my bladder into the toilet and shook a few drops of urine off the end of my penis. I reached to flush but there wasn’t a lever or button on the toilet. It flushed itself when I stepped away from it. There were no handles or buttons on the sink, but soap and then cool water sprayed on my hands when I moved them near the middle of it.

I went back to the middle door and tried the doorknob again, but it still wouldn’t turn. I looked at the table on the other side of the room and saw a plate of French toast with a glass of orange juice next to it. There was also a fork, spoon, and a folded cloth napkin. There was also a small cup of applesauce. I loved applesauce on French toast, instead of sticky syrup. Was the juice and food there when I woke up? I wasn’t sure.

I wasn’t really hungry but felt a bit peckish. I decided eating might be good. There were no chairs, but the table was just the right height to eat while sitting on the floor. I had a sip of juice and some of the French toast. I wasn’t disappointed by the flavors, my breakfast was delicious.

I went back to the middle door and wasn’t surprised that it still wouldn’t open. I called out, “Hello? Anyone?”

On the ceiling and all the walls, suddenly there were huge images of a college-aged girl with red hair. I couldn’t tell if she was closer to 18 or 21. She was laying on her belly nude, sucking and licking a red lollipop. ‘Lollibot Cherry 7,000CR’ displayed in every corner of the room. My ears were blasted by a tremendously loud female voice. “LOLLIBOT CHERRY! BUY HER AND YOU CAN HAVE SEX WITH A VIRGIN EVERY NIGHT! EVEN FIVE TIMES A NIGHT!”

The camera angle moved as the girl rolled over and spread her knees apart. I saw the youthful and alluring beauty from all sides. She had small breasts, a narrow waist, and curvy hips. Without the EXTREMELY LOUD voice, the sight of her body quickly would have given me an erection. I covered my ears to protect them, as the seductive but painfully powerful ad continued. “MOTHERS, TRAIN YOUR SONS TO BE KIND AND COMPASSIONATE WHEN THEY MAKE A GIRL A WOMAN! DON’T YOU WISH YOUR FIRST LOVER’S MOM TAUGHT HIM WELL?”

The camera zoomed in on her vaginal area and through her sparse red pubic hair I could see her vulva was quite small. Light pink tissue blocked most of the entrance to her vagina. “LOLLIBOT CHERRY! THE ETERNAL VIRGIN! COMES WITH 100 REPLACEMENT HYMENS...”

I shouted, “Hey! Hello! Stop! Turn it off!” With the word ‘Off’, the images on the walls disappeared and the voice stopped. I wondered a moment and said, “On.”

On the ceiling and walls a dark brown young woman with huge breasts appeared. The corners of the room displayed ‘Lollibot Chocolate 7,500CR’ She squeezed one of her gumdrop-sized nipples and white liquid squirted out. A different but equally loud woman’s voice declared, “ ... AND LOLLIBOT CHOCOLATE CAN EVEN BREASTFEED AND CARE FOR YOUR BABY! PERFECT FOR BUSY SINGLE FATHERS!”

I covered my ears again and shouted, “QUIET! VOLUME DOWN!”

The voice changed to Very Loud, instead of PAINFUL. “Lollibot Chocolate Is Also A Great Way To Teach Non-Ethnic Sons The Value Of Diversity.”

“Volume down, down.”

Finally the sound level was comfortable, as the advertisements continued. “Lollibot Pepper, for the times you want some adventure.” A Hispanic-looking girl wore only red gloves and red thigh-high boots, as she caressed her flat belly with a riding crop. “She’ll punish you when you’ve been bad and reward you with punishment if you’ve been good.” There was a loud ‘WHACK!’ as she hit one of her boots with the crop.

A much quieter male voice quickly gave a disclaimer. “All Lollibot Pepper purchasers are strongly advised to leave safety restrictions active. Lollibots Inc. is not responsible for any damage or injuries that occur with safeties off.”

The girl now held a whip and there was a loud ‘CRACK!’ as she used it to cut a banana in half from a few steps away. “Lollibot Pepper! Buy her, IF YOU DARE!”

I was a little aroused but afraid at the same time. “Off.”

The girl disappeared and all I heard was the quiet, distant flow of water. I talked to myself in wonder. “I guess I can control some things with my voice. I wonder what else I can do?”

A friendly and older sounding female voice advised, “I am your habitat computer. You may use the following instructions and I will be happy to answer any questions you may have. Lights off, lights on, lights dark, video off or on, video channel list, video pause, volume up or down, windows off or on, delivery food or delivery drink and choose food or beverage, bath fill, bath drain, bath bubbles, air warmer or cooler.”

I tried out a few voice commands. “Lights on.” The room suddenly got much brighter, easily enough to read by. The light seemed to emanate from the entire ceiling instead of one or a few places like I expected. “On.” Nothing happened. “Video on.”

A nude blonde girl with medium-sized breasts appeared. I was very surprised she had a large penis instead of a vagina. “Lollibot Banana, for the times when pussy isn’t enough. Get her...”

“Off.” The video stopped and the lights dimmed a lot too. “Lights on.” They went back to nearly sunlight intensity. I was starting to get used to my new surroundings. I wondered aloud, “Why am I here? What the heck is going on?”

I sighed as an advertisement for a college looking boy robot started. “Lollibot Leonardo has a handsome young face, muscular physique, peach fuzz beard, and a penis the right size for smaller women or bi-curious men...”