This an original work and completely fictitious and a product of my imagination. All similarities to past, current or future persons are pure accidental. This story is protected by all International copyright laws without prejudice.
It is the year 4053 and you won't believe what I am about to tell you. The old navy turned into Starfleet Command. Yeah I know, very original. And the ranks stayed the same as well, just as in the old Earth water navy. I mean, if it is not broken don't fix it. Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Selby at your service, a six foot wiry 50 year old veteran of the service, and the chief engineer of the cruiser ECS (Earth Council Starship, go figure) Waterloo. They name cruisers after famous battles; I pity the guys in ECS Little Bighorn. But I digress, because of advanced technology, computerization and miniaturization I have a crew of...wait for it...one. That's right, only one. And not human to boot. Android BLL-2352384, or as I have named her: Billy. Yes, you read correctly, her. Androids look human, speak human and actually through some wonder substance some chemist somewhere cooked up a few hundred years ago, feel like a human. And before you warn me about the Rise of the Machines, we had that a millennia ago. And we won. Now there are only allowed to be a certain number of androids. And don't get me wrong, they have lots of uses. Hell, even the prostitute trade these days are 80% androids. Something to do with them being 100% anatomically correct, not that I would know, a Starfleet officer's uniform is pretty potent when it comes to the ladies.
Billy is a utility android, she can get into places in the engines where the radiation will kill me and fix the temperamental engines in this bucket of bolts we call home about 340 days of the year. Standard Earth year as recorded on all starships. She even has attained the highest rank an android can reach, Petty officer, but she can only issue orders to other androids and to humans during an emergency in the "engine room". She is the standard 5 foot 8 inches for female androids and I would describe her figure as willowy, if I am forced to. She keeps her white hair short, and I mean all white (only prostitutes are allowed to tint the bottom third of their hair) and her blue eyes never blink. The two tells of an android, white hair and no blinking. They look way too much like humans. And, again only if I was forced to, I will say that the women her face was based on was pretty. Not that I have an android kink like other seamen and officers. The stories I can tell you...
Anyway, it all started as we were receiving a new upgraded power cell. Even now, and I am not making this up, nobody has figured out how to make a power cell light and easy to manoeuvre. We were at the support basin in the far-flung Gamma sector on a planet with a name that is unpronounceable to get an upgraded power cell currently suspended from an overhead crane. Yes, a backwater planet without gravity sleds and all the latest amenities that makes an engineer's life easier. And that is where the shit hit the fan. The cause is still unknown, whether it was a rigger with a hang-over or just metal fatigue, but one of the suspension cables snapped. Which caused a chain reaction and two of the cables on the opposite side snapped. And the power cell swings out of alignment and smashes part of Billy into the bulkhead. To be accurate her left leg and part of her lower body. They say androids feel no pain, but for a fleeting moment I saw something flash over the stoic face of Android BLL-2352384. New cables were attached to the power cell and Billy was freed, only to fall over as the areas where she was hit was a squashed mess. They are not invincible. The medical technicians extracted her and loaded her on a stretcher. The good thing about androids, their parts can be replaced. As they were about to take her away she looks straight at me and says: "Don't worry Boss, I'll be back in a week." I just give her a terse smile and nods, turning away to give a crane operator hell.
As she predicted seven days later she walks through the ward room door and halts, salutes me and looks me in the eye as she gives a small smile. "Told you Boss, a week. New parts, upgrades to my system and refreshed." She picked up calling me boss from some sailors on another starship, damn their eyes!
I grumble back at her, not fazing her at all, and turns back to the engine console.
"And just in time too, we are about get under way. I thought I was finally rid of your skinny useless ass."
And I got the surprise of my life: she burst out laughing. For the first time in the five years we have worked together Billy laughed. I swivel around in total surprise, looking at her enquiringly. She raises a very human eyebrow.
"It's a backwater planet, they did not have utility parts for females. So they gave me homemaker parts. And the upgrade to work them. At least they had the latest manufacturer upgrades as well."
Right, your question is what is a homemaker female android. Families are not sent to colonize new planets anymore. The planet gets "seeded" with men and some women that act as pioneers. They will be scientists, agriculturists and so on. One of the requirements is that they must be single. And due to the skewed ratio of men to women, each gets a homemaker android of the opposite sex. These androids are anatomically correct in all aspects, all androids apparently are, but these are tweaked to act more like spouses. Any person that can prove they are in need of one can have one as well -- obviously without affecting the population growth. And a backwater planet like this one probably has more use for homemakers than utility androids so in a way it makes sense. But me being me, I had to say something inappropriate.
"Oh, so you are a prostitute now? I want at least 50 % of your income on the ship."
The shock on Billy's face was a sign of the new programming, until she realized I am taking the piss out of her, and she chuckled lowly.
"Hehehe, you nearly got me there Boss. I am sorry, but my skinny ass has been assigned to the engine room." She becomes serious and changes tack. "How is the cooler on engine four doing, still being bitchy?" and we fell into our standard work conversation.
Things starts changing two weeks later. Before I carry on, let me explain our environment. Yes, we have the standard engine room, but our living quarters are attached to it. We also take our meals here, as we have our own food generator. In the event of a catastrophic radioactive engine failure or combat, we are automatically sealed of from the rest of the ship. Also in case of any radioactive event that endangers the ship. We get those, which is why you will not easily see a lineage of ship engineers. We are exposed to too many radioactive incidents, which although they can be cured, our DNA still is a mess. It is standard procedure to "encourage" engineers not to procreate and even to have themselves fixed so that they can't procreate. I have done both and got myself fixed just before I was assigned to my first starship. We are also the safest place on the ship as the armor around us are three times the rating compared the rest of the ship. I only saw the rest of the ship during my weekly briefing session with the Captain or if she calls a command meeting where I need to be included.
So we had a small radiation leak on, you guessed it, engine four. We were sealed off immediately and was also now reduced to only voice communication with the bridge. The Captain is a good sort, I have served under worse, and after enquiring what the problem is and how it will affect the ship she left me alone to do my job. Which entailed Billy to go in and sort out the leak. Due to the radiation level she was allowed only a utility harness with her toolkit, and by the time I was finished with the Captain I turned around to look at a stark nude Billy ready to step into the engine compartment to access her harness. And I am startled into silence. What she did not tell me, and I was too preoccupied to see, is that her upper body got an enhancement as well. As this was not the first time I saw her naked, I could see she went from basically small A cups to a respectable B. Trying to hide my confusion, and my hard-on, I ask "Are those going to be in your way?" a little gruffly.
With a satisfied look on her face the little minx cups her breasts with her hands and says oh so innocently: "These Boss? Not at all, I can still crawl in all the small spaces around here. But thank you for noticing."
With a huff I waved her off, turning to the console in front of me. I could swear I saw a raunchy smile on her face from the corner of my eye. The hiss of the airlock chamber behind me signaled that she was on her way to deal with the problem.
The forty minutes or so that it took her to fix the problem I stared blankly at the console in front of me, automatically monitoring the read-outs and activating and deactivating systems as Billy requested over her comms module and the smells of artificial grease, enhanced kerosene and ozone that permanently floats in an engine room was not even registering on my senses. What am I going to do? With Billy? What do I want to do? What does she want? These questions were spiraling through my mind, over and over, with no answer and no end. And this was just the start of it...
When she returns, she stands under the decontaminating and de-radiation spray for the required three minutes and waiting impatiently for her to finish so that I could find out what was the problem in the cooler, I could not help but notice that it was more than her breasts that got bigger. Where as before she had a boyish looking willowy body, now she was more feminine, more rounded. And it affected me in my pants again. The fact that she looked me right in the eye didn't help either.
Finally finished she grabs a towel and starts wiping the water off of her as she walks a step out of the airlock.
"Boss," she says grimly, "the sonofabitch number 7 valve was fucked again. I swear there are a better way to regulate the flow between the chambers."
