Last man on earth when there is no earth?

Ch 02.4

After I was done with the shower Ms. Alien began scanning my body looking for any abnormalities.

The tube-like space was no simple shower room. It can be used to perform a full-body scan and detect any internal ailments or injuries.

So that’s what the boiling water was about, huh? 

You don’t know what germs and microbes might be sticking to something you found on an uninhabited planet. Better sanitize it just to be safe.

I guess that’s another reason as to why she kept her distance from me. Definitely not because I smelled nasty.

The scan also took my measurements. Apparently, the ship has yet another sci-fi device that can make clothes out of raw materials you could collect outside. It disintegrates said materials to their base components then uses them to make the fabric for the clothes.

The clothes themselves are top quality as far as I know. The problem is they would seem strange as casual wear by human standards.

Ms. Alien took it upon herself to make something for me to wear, but the male designs available on that device were limited and the result was:

Black full-body tights that are underwear according to her. A grey jumpsuit that is a little spacious. A pair of socks and knee-height boots equipped with knee protectors. And a pair of white gloves as well.

The underwear part was made from the best material with temperature-preserving properties, making it quite comfortable, unlike the jumpsuit the upper part of which I left hanging behind while tying the sleeves around my waist. As for the boots and gloves, both were okay.

After putting everything on, I could tell with confidence that I looked like your typical Sci-Fi game default avatar. I could walk with this around a convention and everyone would be convinced I'm a cosplayer.

If only there was a mirror somewhere around…

I lost the desire to ask for one when a wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over me. Ms. Alien seemed to be feeling the same as she already had the beds prepared by the time I came out of the shower tube.

Of course, there were two separate beds on each side of the ship with quite some distance between them. I didn't know whether I should be relieved or disappointed, but once I placed my head on the exceptionally soft pillow I felt my consciousness fade away.

~◇~

My mind blacked out for a moment then was up and running in the next.

Although it felt like not much time had passed, the faint light entering the ship from the front glass said it was dawn.

I’ve slept for quite a bit, huh...

I was still in the same spaceship, on the bed Ms. Alien had prepared for me, meaning all of what happened wasn't a dream after all.

I get off the bed and stretch my limbs then look around for Ms. Alien. She was at the front of the ship, still fast asleep on one of the pilot seats.

Judging by the direction she is facing, I get the feeling that she spent most of the night monitoring me.

The golden haired beauty didn’t relax at all, still holding onto her spear even while asleep. That was to be expected. She brought me here, fed me, lent me the shower and offered me clothes. But that didn’t mean she trusted me.

In the end, I’m still a stranger she met barely a day ago. The circumstances we were in made it hard to abandon the only other person we might ever meet, so until we get to know each other better it’s best for the girl to hold on to her weapon and keep her distance.

That was indeed the best course of action. I had no malicious intentions, of course, but I was socially conscious enough to know that a woman needs to be on guard against any man who isn't her father or brother.

It was for that reason I made sure to keep some distance between us even as I watched her sleep. A lot of people would argue it is still creepy, but let's see any of them acting differently when seeing the otherworldly creature I'm sharing a room with.

I guessed that she took a shower while I was out of it, seeing that she had changed clothes. The shirt and shorts combo was dangerous on someone as curvaceous as her. My eyes are automatically drawn to her bare thighs and I gulp down, feeling the urge to lick them grow stronger.

Looking anywhere else didn't help. I was mesmerized by her glossy lips and the faint breaths she took. Her bangs were long, going all the way below her elegant eyebrows.

As I observed her I noticed that her ears were pointier than those of a human, though they weren't long enough to be an elf's.

Despite all my attempts, My eyes eventually drifted in the direction of her enormous bosom. It seemed to be calling for me, asking to be fondled. Thankfully a faint glint reflected on the spear's blade at that moment and helped me come back to my senses.

As a young teenage boy, I have a natural weakness toward beautiful girls. The creature in front of me was simply enchanting, like a beautiful demi-human from a fantasy world.

Considering she is an alien, that description fits her well. No one said that the world the protagonist gets transported to has to be in another dimension.

Seeing that she watched me the entire time I was asleep I saw no reason why I shouldn't do the same, or so I thought before deciding otherwise. I didn't mind being looked over by a gorgeous alien girl but I highly doubt she feels the same.

Just then a wild idea crossed my mind and without much deliberation I went straight ahead with the execution. Walking back to the bed I slept on, I took the same blanket I was using, intending to cover Ms. Alien with it just like in one of those generic scenes you see in almost every anime.

Unfortunately, I'm not your generic anime/manga protagonist or the kind of character who would make such a move, at least.

I’m your generic shut-in who is so bad at dealing with girls that he hardly spoke to one ever since kindergarten, or so I learned from the memories I just regained.

Now that's a memory I could live without...

I just want to know why are the memories I’m slowly regaining only related to things I’m unable to put to use.

Can’t it be something more important like, for example, my own name?

It felt rather... strange. I'm keenly aware that my memories are missing all while being stranded on a whole other planet and sharing a room with an alien.

What little I remember tells me something terrible happened before Ms. Alien found me, something that ended with me receiving a fatal injury. I even speculated that I had died and that the body I was in didn't originally belong to me.

One would think freaking out is the best reaction to this situation, but I feel nothing. Or would it be more accurate to say that I don't care? It might be that the panic attacks have yet to kick in.

I don't think I want to have an existential crisis at the moment, honestly. 

As I made my way toward Ms. Alien careful not to make any sound she suddenly moved changing her posture and I froze in my place. Light reflected on the blade of her spear just then as if to send yet another deadly message.

Nope. I’m not taking any other step in her direction. 

Now that I have a closer look I realize that she isn’t just sleeping with her weapon in hand. Her guard was still up, and had I carelessly continued my approach, she most likely would’ve woken up and chopped my head off.

What was I thinking in the first place? 

The way I deal with such absurd thoughts will determine how long I will get to live. Until I have enough affection points to prevent her from killing me by reflex, it would be better to never attempt such moves.

The awkwardness of just standing there with the blanket in my hand got to me and I quickly retreated to the back of the ship. With no idea what to do, I looked down at my new body and its bulging muscles, feeling a semblance of an idea form in my mind.

~◇~

Ninety six…

Ninety seven…

Ninety eight…

Ninety nine….

Three thousand!

“… What are you doing?”

Ms. Alien's soft voice shattered my focus and drew my attention toward her. I had noticed her approaching me but decided to keep going until I finished the set.

"It’s a simple exercise, called push-ups,” I answered while rising to my feet, feeling the sweat covering my body cool down rapidly.

“I know what it is. What I want to know is why are you doing it inside my… inside the ship...” Her voice trailed off at the end, making me wonder if she recalled something or was simply suppressing a yawn.

“Well… I couldn’t open the door so….”

Considering she had just woken up the situation must've appeared quite weird to her eyes. A stranger was in her home sweating while doing some exercise. If this were an anime she would be calling a pervert by now while chasing me around with her spear.

Thankfully nothing of the sort happened, though she still had a look of discomfort on her as she stared at me. One that seems to say “What is this piece of shit doing here?”

"Please refrain from doing anything that would leave a bad odor inside."

Turns out Ms. Alien was less upset by my actions and more about the smell of sweat that originated from my body. That was a great relief considering I was starting to believe that my entire existence was what filled her with disgust.

The spaceship, although broken and no longer capable of flight, had a clean and well-organized interior. One look and you could tell how much Ms. Alien likes to maintain her surroundings.

Since she had been living here for at least six months, having someone else invade that space and fill it with their own odor must have felt unbearable.

I whipped the sweat from my forehead and once again examined the clothes I was currently wearing. Since I showered just the previous night I doubted that I smelled too bad. That made me wonder if Ms. Alien had a sensitive nose.

“Please, do your exercises outside from now on.” She said while demonstrating to the stupidly simple me the right way to open a door.

She placed her hand on the frame around the entrance and the area underneath her palm started to glow before forming a light blue panel. She then tapped it twice with her index finger and following that came the same cracking sound from yesterday as the door slowly rose up.

“See? It’s not even locked!”

“I told you I didn’t know how to use it…” I said in defeat before stepping outside.

I actually don’t know how to use many things, that’s why the destination I had in mind was one of the gigantic trees and the bushes surrounding it.

“Hey!”

“What n-”

When I turned around I was met with a white object to the face then something much heavier to the stomach.

“Ah! Sorry…”

Instead of an apology, I wished she had been more careful. I wasn't about to complain, however. The item she threw at my face was easy to recognize and just seeing it instantly changed my mood for the better.

It was a roll of toilet paper.

“Thanks!” I raised the item, waving with a big stupid grin on my face.

“Don’t drink that, okay?” She said. “It has a strong sanitizer mixed into it!”

I was confused by what she meant until I realized the second item she hit me with was a water jug. A strong sanitizer meant I wouldn't have to worry about water.

Ms. Alien sure is my savior in ways more than one, though realizing that she had read my mind and figured out that I needed to use the toilet was a humiliation of a different kind.

More importantly, why does an alien have toilet paper?