"Do you really think you should be doing this?" asked Rommie, "You have even less of an idea about what your doing than Harper does."
Beka looked up, "Well I am tired of you changing personality everytime we have a conversation so I am going to find away to isolate you from the main computer and then I am going to find someway into harpers personal datebase and delete all those holopornos because I'm fed up of you turning into a pornstar and trying to jump me every hour."
"I don't do that, do I?" asked Rommie almost looking embarased if androids could get embarassed.
"Uh Huh."
"Still I never understand why men are so interested in girl on girl sex, I mean isn't the whole point to reproduce."
"It's not just girl on girl stuff Harper has in there, he has an interest in just about every little dirty fetish and fantasy you can imagine, probablly makes up for the fact he hasn't had any in like forever."
Rommie held back a laugh.
Suddenly an alarm began to sound.
"What's that?" asked Beka jumping to her feet.
"It's a proximity alarm, four small vessels are moving in on our position." said Rommie reading the display.
"And why are we just finding out now."
"Sensors are malfunctioning."
"Harper!" Beka said grinding her teeth.
"We're being bored."
"Any idea who they are."
"the vessels have no distinct markings, but in this system I guess bounty hunters and internal defences are malfunctioning."
"Then I guess we do this the old fashion way." said Beka pulling out her blaster, "You great our guests and I'll go find Trance." |