Jake had never felt this way. He was euphoric, so engrossed in his pleasure he felt like he was about to shatter from sheer stimulation.
Let's say that masturbation was his forte since he was thirteen. Now he was actually having sex! And with the most gorgeous woman he'd ever laid eyes upon, no less.
He thrust his hips up to meet her gyrations, stroke for stroke. Feeling his member come in contact with the scorching flesh of her vagina, lubricated by her juices coupled with his own, it was intoxicating.
The tantalising pleasure emanated from her body and coursed through his. And thrust for thrust he met her, he felt like he was going to explode.
But like all good things, this abruptly came to a halt.. "This is not working, your synaptic activity is too high."
He broke from his ecstasy as the simulation ended.
"Fuck you! I was
this
close" He said groggily.
The synthetic voice was pissing him off! Not only did it pull him away from the most exhilarating moment in his life, it was already administering drugs to bring him down from his adrenaline high.
"Had you finished, you would have been in a wheel chair for the rest of your life" it calmly stated.
He sighed and lifted his body from the recliner, undoing the straps, he floated right on top of it, as if top and bottom had any real meaning in the zero-gravity environment around him.
"Like I care, I already live in space. My legs aren't exactly carrying me right now."
He tried to calm himself.
"Well, EVA, any idea what went wrong this time?" He asked.
The AI responded in a solemn tone: "The patterns I collected suggest that your body was reacting too violently to the neural feedback, the pleasure you were experiencing altered your brain chemistry very rapidly and it had unexpected results. I project that 1,824 extra nano-transmitters and an injection of 0.80
mg
of neural dampener may be required to counter-balance this effect."
"I'm not in the mood right now, stow it for later." he growled.
EVA did not respond.
He started pushing against the bulkheads, carefully floating his way out of the workshop.
Life in zero-gee was not so different from life in partial gravity, things were slightly different, and a splatter of water (or a much less benign liquid) could turn your life into living hell, sure. But the basic principles were the same. You eat through a tube, you drink through a tube, and you shit and piss through a tube.
In partial gravity though, you had better learn how to leap, it's an amazing sensation to leap through the artificial atmosphere.
He knew this from his brief and uneventful visit to Luna when he was 16, he was with his uncle closing some deal, but his mind was focused elsewhere. The beautiful ladies on the moon and their bountiful, taut breasts. Unencumbered by earth's gravity, their magnificent anatomy stood out like mountain gods piercing the clouds. Not that he knew anything about mountains or clouds. Being space-born, he'd only heard about them.
Suffice to say, there is no need for bras on the moon.
He reclined his head and could still imagine the way Lunar girls looked as they leapt around the walkways, chests swaying lightly with each graceful jump.
A beeping alarm wiped the grin off his face and pulled him away from his reverie, he checked the sensors and pressed some buttons. Yeah, It's confirmed.
He brought the comm. gear online and called his uncle. "Hey pops, I got something on the sensors, and it's full of iron and heavy minerals like you wouldn't believe!" He said excitedly.
"Oh? How far out is it?"
"Only 25,000 klicks, not too far out." He responded.
"Okay, let's swoop by and check it out." His uncle sounded as indifferent as ever.
Twenty five thousand kilometres were nothing in the vastness of space. Roughly double the diameter of Earth.
He moved over to the flight console and set a course that would take them near the asteroid. At 600 kilometres per second they reached it in 42 minutes. He spent that time double-checking the sensor readings, something was not sitting right with him.
At first he thought it was a speck of dust on his monitor, a silly thing. There can be no dust on the ship, otherwise the ventilation equipment would go haywire. Besides, dust never settled in space.
As they closed to the asteroid the speck kept getting bigger, and he thought he detected a faint energy signature being emitted by it. A ghost beacon? He wondered.
Ghost beacons were somewhat common, ships usually dropped beacons to mark points in space. A ghost beacon was a lost one that could have been adrift for years.
But no, the power signature did not match, besides, it wasn't emitting any radio signals to identify itself.
Finally, affirmed that what he was detecting was real, he called his uncle again.