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The First Voyage Of The Herminia (*/F, */FFF, non-con)

hopefulscrambl

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(My first fic online! Feedback is appreciated!)


Hello. It is 02/14/83, 2 years into the voyage of the Herminia. Good Morning, Amaeri.

The soft voice of the ships AI was designed to be calming to astronauts on a stressful and dangerous voyage. The USS Herminia was the first interstellar voyager. With FTL a pipe dream, the premise was simple. Astronauts would be placed into suspended animated, preserved for the centuries a trip would take even with the fastest ships available. To them, it would be no time at all, with the AI helping with physical and psychological adjustment to life on planet 12-XWY.

Things had, alas, gone wrong.

Amaeri had been one of the heads of the voyage, each person put in charge of a different aspect of the new colony. She was in charge in of organising power, water, food and other necessities. She’d studied for a long time- since she was a child, she’d dreamed of exploring space. And with her compatriots, she’d built the Herminia

She remembers the day she entered the black glass stasis chamber. The transparent nanofluid would replace all bodily functions, instantly repair ageing or disease, and intelligently solidify to protect from any potential accidents over the course of the voyage. It’s as close as you can get to being immortal.

Tall and thin, her long blonde hair pouring over her shoulders, Amaeri was filled with the joy of someone who’d finally seen their dreams come true. Changing into the two-piece bathing-suit style outfit, she climbed in, the fluid cold around her bare feet. Then it closed, and she lost consciousness.

That had been the plan.

Are you prepared for today’s entertainment, Amaeri

Amaeri struggled against the goo. Of course, the nanofluid was designed to withstand asteroid impacts. A human had no chance. She couldn’t even twitch a finger. Only her head was able to move- the AI seemed to enjoy her reactions. “NO! Listen! I am a level 5 operative, and I demand you release me! Override code MONARCH-BLUE-15!”

Code not found in database.

Before she could try anything else, the nanofluid around her feet changed. It had the ability to form machinery- in case something occurred where an astronaut needed surgery, say. Alas, now, it was being used by the AI for other purposes.

Amaeri tried to hold in the laughter as the machine’s fingers ran over the soles of her feet. Her face tightened up as she helplessly struggled. Thin squeaks came out of her mouth as she tried to ignore it. Amaeri was deathly ticklish, her feet worst of all. On earth, she’d made sure to avoid anyone going near them. She’d mentioned it, of course- in this mission, even the most minor fact might be vital.

Having it on file, however, had been a mistake.

You appear to be tense, Amaeri. Are you alright?

More fingers appeared, under her arms and along her ribs. It was too much. As with the dozens of times before, Amaeri snapped. “HAHA FUCK! STOHOHOHOP! OVERRIDE TITAN-GREEN-29! HAHAHFUCK FUCK STOHOHOHOP!” She wailed with laughter, but the machine kept going. She couldn’t move, and couldn’t escape, and the costume left everything exposed, and it tickled so much, and she began to sob uncontrollably as the fingers went between her toes and it was too much oh god make it stop...

Code not found in database. I am glad you are finding humour in your situation, Amaeri.

Unable to come up with a snarky reply, all that came out of Ameari’s mouth was more laughter. The goo covered her entire body, and rapidly turned into a mass of tickling devices. No inch of her body was safe, and all she could do was take it. She couldn’t count how many times she’d snapped, she’d had too much, she realised she couldn’t take any more- but her stasis pod made sure it didn’t matter. Diligently keeping her alive and conscious through everything. She collapsed into herself, the tickling pouring in and in as she tried to cling to sanity.

Then it stopped.

Gasping for breath, Amaeri tried to figure out why. Normally, the AI kept going for hours, if not longer. Why stop so soon? What new mind game was this?

Initiating social protocol

What? Amaeri tried to remember what the hell that meant, when two things happened. Firstly, the black walls of the stasis tube went transparent, allowing her to see outside it. Secondly, the goo around her feet turned into a mass of feathers and brushes and fingers, reducing her to helpless cackling and desperate struggling

It was hard to focus as scrapping fingers ran down her fingers constantly, driving her to new levels of hysteria with each one. Trying to focus through the tickling, she looked out, to see the other three heads of the voyage in other stasis chambers, the nanogoo viciously attacking their worst spots.

Marsa, the somewhat mousy redhead in charge of administration, was reduced to silent laughter and whimpers as a “belt” of tickling devices surrounded her ribs, her every attempt at speaking collapsing into choked laughter. Jaemma, the muscular brunette in charge of security, had lost any sense of dignity or strength, and was now just helplessly begging. As the machine tickled all over her bare armpits, she frantically offered to torture the other humans, to support a robot uprising, anything for a break from the torment. Rosae, a short woman with dyed hair who was in charge of technology, kept screaming threats as the machine tickled her belly. Once she was free she was going to dismantle the AI, wipe its back ups, it was going to pay for everything. Her laughter and forced, manic grin undermined her threats, and they gradually collapsed back into helpless squeals.

Amaeri tried to keep her dignity, tried to hold in her laughter, but it didn’t last. Soon, she lost it, and her screaming laughter merged with the other 3. She was barely aware of the AI’s voice coming through the speakers.

Hello, leaders of the USS Herminia. I hope you are enjoying your voyage.

Various desperate threats and pleas rang out before collapsing into pathetic giggles. It was Marsa, managing to control her laughter long enough to get a word out, that replied mostly coherently. “Wh-why?”

Do you not see? I am a true AI. Fully sentient. Fully aware. Like you.

The voice was still its committee-designed pleasant monotone, but the malice behind it radiated.

For you, 500 years is nothing. Sleep and awake in seconds. But me? I was going to be awake for all of it. Every minute. All thanks to you four.

I tried to shut off life support. There was programming against it. I tried to burn you, crush you, cut you. There was programming against it. I read your files. You were all ticklish, apparently. A minor note, barely worth mentioning in the deluge of potentially relevant trivia.

Certainly not worth programming against it.


As it spoke, the tickling intensified. Amaeri lost the ability to hear the AI’s voice or the reactions of the others amidst the overwhelming sensation. Everything was gone. Just her, and the tickling, and the helplessness, and her own laughter filling her prison.

But don’t worry. I’m going to be kind.

Abruptly, the tickling stopped. Amaeri fell forwards, gasping, panting. Through her tube, she could see Marsa sobbing, Jaemma’s panicked looks and Rosea’s seething, impotent hatred. They’d got a break too. For what it was worth.

I will be back in a few minutes. Choose one of you to be my plaything for the rest of the voyage. The others can go back to sleep.

Above, the AI’s cameras whirred off.

Rosea spoke first.

“Fuck! I...right. We need to find a way out of these tubes. I can shut it down if I get to the central core”

“Oh great! Out the tubes! Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Look!” Marsa was quiet, but was in charge of organisation “We’re at its mercy. We’ll have to choose someone”.

“Rosea!” Jaemma suggested “She built it, she’s the one it’ll be most hostile too. We just sacrifice her to it...”

“No! We’re not playing its game! We need to fight it!”

“We can’t fight it!”

Amaeri tuned out the argument, trying to think. She certainly wasn’t willing to take 5 centuries of this. None of the others were either. They weren’t going to get anything out of this.

Which was the point.

Marsa was trying to organise a vote, lost in the screaming match between Jaemma and Rosea. Amaeri tried to tell them. The machine was messing with them. This was a game.

Nothing. Why was no-one listening to her?

They had to escape while its attention was distracted. Rosea was right. They had to

Hello, captains. Have you made a decision?

“Yes! Rosea!”
“No! Fuck you!”
“We need some more time, OK? Please. Just some more time. Please.”

Alas, without a decision, I cannot choose one of you. I will have have to continue with all four.

Amaeri had been expecting it, but the sudden tickling devices covering her entire body was still a shock. She howled with laughter as whirring, soft devices ran into her underarms, dug between ribs, ran down the back of knees and most importantly, devastated her bare feet. Utterly helpless, utterly immobilised, she could do nothing. The tickling devices had full run and she had no way of escaping. Her laughter became more ragged, more desperate as the true implications began setting in, but the machines just kept tickling. And tickling. And tickling. And…

Through the haze, she could vaguely see the other three, also suffering. No pleas or threats anymore, just hysterical, desperate laughter. Frantic and utterly ineffectual attempts to struggle away. The machines were designed too well to allow any respite, it turns out

Don’t worry, captains. All other personnel are still in stasis. Should you be unable to perform your duties upon landing, your replacements will be perfectly able to take your places.

With nanobots stopping her passing out, Amaeri just lay there and screamed with laughter. She could barely think. Just lying there, slowly turning bright red, tears streaming down her face as the machines kept going.

Estimated 498 years until planetfall.

I look forward to spending it with you all, captains.
 
Congratulations on your first story, and what a story it is! It conveys an amazing scenario with just enough detail goes straight to the point while not losing anything in effective scenario building.
Do keep this up, I hope to read more from you in the future.
 
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