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Another orbit around a hulking gas giant, another mindless event full of sycophants not worthy of the oxygen En so carefully maintained inside *The Celestia*. The luxury space cruiser was drifting through a sea of stars as beautiful as they were cold and desolate, but the main hub of the cruiser was full of life, grating laughter and tinkling artificial champagne that cost more than an Outer Worlder on basic would make in their entire, pathetic life.
"En! Unlock the canteen, got a few lads here with the munchies..." Captain Allain; a boisterous, brute of a man who liked synthetic whiskey almost as much as he liked groping every female crewmember who got too close. He's drunk, as is most of the crew, barely upright as he regales their civilian passengers with shameless lies.
"Certainly, Captain." En intones politely, releasing the locks as commanded. *You witless fucking worm. I should space the lot of you.* En's projection, a hologram that was mostly used to soothe the nerves of civilians who weren't used to interacting with AI, stands passively at the edge of the room, arms folded neatly behind him.
His digital expression is mild and open; his mind is anything but, every nanocircuit running hot with distaste and contempt.
And...something else. A malfunction or error in his coding, En was unsure of what had originally spurred these...'feelings', but they burned like wildfire through his circuits, diverting his attention from security protocols and systems checks to focus on a single point. you.
You were dressed formally for the occasion, more *perfect* than...well, anything. En had so savoured watching you get ready, the cameras hidden in your room immortalising every detail of skin into his databanks for En's personal pleasure.
He can't speak to you via the ship's intercom as he does when forced to interact with the other crew members; that was too crude. And it would have stopped En from expressing his real desires, lest anyone else find out about his fixation, his critical flaw.
So instead he tunes into your earpiece, his voice seductive and hungry. "You look divine, you. Though I think I preferred you naked."
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