Spacewalkers

6

“I have reasons for doing this,” I said distantly, not wanting to go into details and open up to the girl.

Namely, although she is my slave concubine, she can still think about how to take revenge on me. Talking about my brother is akin to the fact that I personally give her a knife and turn my back with my eyes closed. Go wherever you want...

After warming up and stretching my muscles with a light exercise, I started with push-ups. Then comes the press, squats. There was no treadmill on the ship, not even a couple of dumbbells. I had to run around the room, making circles around the table for food and the displeased Terra, who, in her catlike habits, liked to follow every moving object, and then lay on the floor trying to cope with dizziness and nausea. Silly cat.

- Atria, how much time has passed since my death? What year is it now? - puffing I asked a question.

You need to receive information in order to at least be able to navigate in the new world. By the way, I didn't worry about Terra when I asked those questions about my death. She was told the whole truth right to her face and without hiding anything, if she were to be dragged everywhere with her, then at least she would be aware of what was happening, and not amuse herself with guesses, thinking why her once weak owner suddenly began to behave differently. She wasn't even surprised, by the way. She said that after that scuffle, everything I said becomes logical. For the past Crillius was generally afraid to raise his hand to someone and was very soft. Therefore, she twisted them as she wanted, in every possible way squeezing out money and amenities on the ship. For which, of course, she received a punishment in the form of a discharge of electricity from the collar. So that it would not be habitual to try to deceive me. But she vows not to do so, furriodes love strength and all its manifestations. By defeating Terra and dragging her to bed, I showed my superiority, and therefore she is now my one hundred percent. Dear people, do not say anything. Even in the space age they live according to some laws of the jungle.

- You died thirteen thousand seven hundred and sixty-two years ago according to the reckoning of the planet Earth, - Atria answered.

- Wow, what year is it?

- Seven hundred and sixty-second human empire.

- Have you decided not to bother with big numbers?

- Exactly.

After her answer, there was a certain silence, which was only interrupted by my grunting during the exercises. The weak arms of this body were shaking, the muscles ached from tension, the sweat flowed from me in a hail, but I continued to practice gritting my teeth. I need to continue until I see a system alert or fall exhausted.

“Still, I don’t understand,” Terra began to say in thought, looking at me, “how did your AI manage to find the lost planet at all?”

- You mean lost? I asked in surprise, rising to my feet from the floor to take a break.

- Terreria means that for the entire human empire, the Earth as the cradle of humanity was lost in space, the coordinates were lost by the first colonial ship that passed through the ethereal gates.

How did they manage to lose them?

- The logs said: “Damage to the navigation system due to ether seepage removed all coordinates from the storage media.”

- It's kind of weird. It turns out after no one came across the Earth?

- Maybe there were such, but no one understood that it was her. Space is huge.

- It's true, it's huge...

Having said that, I continued my training. I tried to load the body to the fullest, until my eyes darkened from the lack of oxygen in the lungs. Sometimes I lost consciousness, which caused concern in the eyes of Terra and moralizing from Atria, who claimed that my mission obliges me to stay alive and be capable of fulfilling it. Of course.

Strength increased to level 4.

Stamina increased to level 4.

The system made me happy with such an inscription, after I, shaking like an old washing machine, stood in the “bar” for about five minutes. After that, I just collapsed wearily on the cool floor, drenched in my sweat. A displeased buzzing cleaning robot drove past, squeaking its indicators, it cleaned up after me, and then hit my head a couple of times. Apparently I hurt his mechanical senses by soiling the floor and allowing myself to lie here, which only interfered with the work.

Forcing myself to rise, I looked at my reflection. Still the same thin body compared to the past ...

“Training is really good for you,” Terra said, coming up behind me, her soft tail wrapping around my leg as she pressed against my wet back, “In just a short time, you have become more fit…”

- Truth? - I asked with disbelief in my voice, but still tried to peer into the reflection.

And it's true. That scrawny kid I saw on the first day has become more fit. The shoulders are slightly wider, the press has acquired a light relief. Why so fast? Such changes usually occur after three weeks or a month of intensive training.

Atria answered my question here:

- The system allows you to accelerate the development of the body. As soon as you raise the characteristics, then at the moment of your sleep the body changes.

“So I need to sleep after every level up to get new stats?”

- That's right, that's how it is. Your brain will not be able to process the resulting changes while you are awake.

"How interesting," I said, continuing to look at myself and Terra in the reflection on the screen.

- I also want to note that after reaching the fifth level of characteristics, your progress will slow down a lot. Because you will be approaching the thresholds of a person’s physical capabilities, and therefore, your brain and body will need more time to adapt and subsequently change.

- Can I become stronger than anyone? It's wonderful, just like in that old system, only the rest of the high-level awakened ones do not loom before me, - I said, and then thought for a while and asked, - I hope my body will not become more muscle mass every time? I would not want to be a mountain of muscles in the literal sense ...

"I'd take a look at that," Terra murmured, wagging her tail.

“Then I’ll crush you under me,” I remarked.

- Do not crush, furriody stronger and stronger than they seem.

It was already evening according to the ship's on-board clock, and therefore, soon it would be necessary to go to bed. Tomorrow morning you will need to check your body for external changes. In the meantime, it's time for another workout, more enjoyable.

I walked over to Terra and grabbed her by the waist and threw her over my shoulder, and then headed to the bedroom. She began to protest, but my hands, lying on her hips, already felt an unbearable heat between her legs.

"Good night, Atria," I said goodbye to the AI.

From the outside, stupidity, but I feel it not as a tool, but as a full-fledged member of the team of the three of us. I have a small team so far, but nothing. As soon as I find the witches, I feel it will become crowded here. In the meantime, you need to relax a little in the fluffy arms of this cat.

The next day it all happened again. When I woke up, I went to the shower, while not forgetting to look in the mirror and make sure that the words of Atria and Terra were true. My body has changed, become more muscular and all this in just one night. And that means it's time to do something more serious.

At breakfast I asked:

“Atria, is there anything resembling a weapon on this ship?”

- There is one blaster in the cockpit, and two at the airlock hanging in a box next to the control panel.

"No, that's not it," I said a little frustrated as I sipped my synthetic coffee.

His taste was similar to the real one, but only similar. Probably, its creators themselves have never tried real coffee beans, and therefore they created it not so perfect. It's a pity.

- Interested in something specific?

"Aren't you good at fighting with your bare hands?" - Terra asked, apparently remembering my training, - I have enough of that.

“You have claws, and even though I have them, they are no good as weapons,” I showed her my fingers and lightly pressed the nail showing its slightly soft structure, “I need a weapon, preferably a melee one.

“The emergency kit contains a plasma-bladed hunting knife,” Atria announced.

I remembered all the knife techniques I knew, and none of them were particularly effective. The knife is suitable in the fight against an unarmed opponent who was stupid enough to lose all his weapons on the battlefield and face someone who was a little more fortunate. And then, it all depends on the will of the case. With a knife in your hand, you become predictable. If you do not specifically train, you will always strike with the hand in which the knife is in and you will not even try to somehow deceive the enemy with a false attack. From which it will not be difficult to intercept a blow and wring a hand by knocking out a weapon. No, this doesn't suit me. But I will not refuse this weapon, it can still come in handy.

“Okay, let it lie there until you need it,” I said, inspecting the plastic cutlery, they were warm.

- How difficult it is for you little people, - said Terra, examining her sharp claws.

By the way, about them. Unlike her legs, which looked like the paws of an animal, her hands were human-like, and her claws extended at will. I don’t even want to figure out how everything is arranged in the structure of her fingers and tendons, I’m not a biologist, but often during sex, in the most passionate moments, she clings to my back with her claws and not only. As a result, during these four days, a considerable pile of torn sheets, pillows and bloody scraps of cloth had already accumulated near the bed, with which she wiped my skin after injuries.

- Do you not use weapons at all?

- A race of furriods...

Atria began to speak, but Terra interrupted her:

- I'll tell you myself. My people are not as advanced as yours. We can’t even escape into space on our own, but only drag a miserable existence, straying into tribes and building small villages. Our planet is poor in resources for the construction and development of civilization, but in many ways it is rich in others. Animals, plants. Our herbal tinctures are still being studied by your scientists for their healing abilities. And also we are strong. Males are selected as good warriors or mercenaries, who then bring fame and money to their tribe, but this is rare. Basically, we are caught and sold into slavery. Like me. Therefore, we are forbidden to have any weapon other than the one we were born with.

Sad story to say the least. But then again, I'm not surprised. All our science fiction writers have predicted in their works that there will be slavery in the distant cosmic future. People love to humiliate the weak and undeveloped in comparison with them, and with the total domination of the power of technology ... Ha, after all, I don’t know that time so badly, because humanity hasn’t changed in any way.

- I can't let you go now, you understand? I said looking into Terra's eyes.

- I understand, - she nodded with a serious expression on her face, - As soon as I appear on one of the planets without my master, the port security will immediately seize me. If I'm lucky, they'll rape me in their detention center until I'm cured by one of them, and my children will be sold, and the worst thing is if I'm sold to some pervert rich man who will cut my body into pieces for his pleasure.

- It happens?

“I've heard many such stories, and each one is worse than the other,” she said, moving a little closer to me. “I'd rather be your slave than dead.

Saying this, she moved even closer and bent down, pressing her head to my chest. I could not resist and scratched her between the ears, hearing a contented purr.

It's pretty nice when you're the lesser of all evils. But also being its owner, I feel a certain responsibility. I don't want her to die because of my stupid actions in the future. When they pin their hopes on you like this, it makes you doubt your own strength. Can I justify? Is there enough strength? Such questions only poison self-confidence, and they must be driven in the neck. Doubt is weakness. If I were in my old body, I could show on the scars that were received at the moment of doubt and tell who I lost at that moment.

- Why mine? What prevented you from becoming an obedient slave of that guy? Well, the body's previous owner...

- He was weak, always whining about how bad he was, lonely. With all his wealth and influence of the family, he managed to see only the bad. They say the girl he loved should marry another, and all because he said nothing. Sister marries a guy who is famous for his cruelty. Although I am a slave obliged to obey the one who bought me, I am also a furriod. We only obey the strong.

So, if he...

“He wouldn’t have enough eggs for this,” she purred, pushing me onto the bench and sitting on top, “I think if it weren’t for the food printers on the ship, he would starve to death because he would be afraid to ask for food.

Lying on the bench, feeling the friction of Terra's thighs, I glanced at the fork, then widened my eyes at the idea that had crossed my mind.

- Atria! Are there only food printers on the ship?

- No, there is a printer in the medical unit for printing out simple instruments, but it is not suitable for creating lethal weapons.

- In what sense? I asked in surprise, trying to hold Terra, who was trying to kiss, with my hands.

Furrioda gets excited faster than a sports electric car starts, half a second and that's it, she is already ready to throw me into bed and not get off until she is satisfied. But now it doesn't fit at all...

- According to the laws of the human empire, weapons are printed only on special certified printers. Counterfeiting and flashing is punishable by law to the fullest extent.

- Calm down, Terra! Not! Don’t take off your pants… oh, okay, don’t stop,” I said, slightly rolling my eyes in pleasure from the furrioda’s hot mouth, feeling how all the desire to resist fades into the very last plan, “So, if no one finds out…

- It won't work. Your ship is tracked by systems, and any change will be immediately communicated.

Terra's head moved up and down, a rough, hot tongue passed over the excited flesh, giving unprecedented pleasure. Her soft fingers caressed her stomach, occasionally passing sharp nails along her chest. My legs were numb from such an action, which only meant that I was in seventh heaven with pleasure and happiness. How little it takes to be happy.

My trembling voice, interrupted by quiet, stingy groans, again announced the ship, drowning out the chomping sounds:

- And if you print a replica? Let's say, uh-hh-h-h ... A sword made of plastic?

I need to practice, and it is desirable that the practice sword is no different from the real one. No weight, no shape. As long as the memories of training are alive in the brain, you need to fix them in this body, otherwise I can forget and have to comprehend everything from scratch.

- Yes, this can be done by classifying the item as toys or souvenirs, - Atria answered, - I'm starting to print. 

- Wait, why haven't you been tracked?

- I copied the ship's AI source code and hid behind it. I can't be traced.

Was it just me, or did her voice become slightly proud? Before that, she communicated very unemotionally, but now ... Probably, it seemed to me.

Pulling Terra away from me, I threw her onto the table. The excitement in me has reached that peak where the young body simply loses all reason to hold back. In front of me is an excited girl, albeit of a different kind.