This is a rework of my original Vincent's future project, and hopefully a revival as well. I was unhappy with the way the story turned out originally and now that my skills have grown I hope to be able to give this project the quality it deserves. The original will remain up for those who wish to read it, but all future parts will be going off of this version.
Enjoy
The Gibbs
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"This shouldn't hurt a little bit," The doctor said as he closed the door to the pod. Inside was a tall rather well built man, wearing nothing save for the apron he was given. The doctor began to type commands into the console attached to the pod. With a thumbs up and an enthusiastic smile the doctor pressed the final button, sending the man in the pod into a void of infinite black.
"We love you, don't worry about us."
"Why does daddy have to go?"
"Good luck kid, don't let the human race end here."
"You're one of the lucky ones, mister Dexter."
In the year 2082 an asteroid the size of Rhode Island was due to hit the earth, causing what most scientific experts believed to be the end of civilization on earth. The Deep Stasis Program was initiated to save those in power, or those with enough weight in their wallet. Shortly the program came to a grinding halt as it was discovered that only a small percentage of the population could survive deep stasis due to a rare genetic mutation. As such these people were asked, and in some cases forced, to join the D.S.P. in order to save the human race. There were members in the program from all walks of life: soldiers, doctors, writers, engineers, police officers.
"Cracking the pod in five... four... three... two... one."
The Deep Stasis pod opened with a loud hiss. The man inside stumbled out disoriented and coughing. He was quickly caught by a person wearing some form of hazmat suit and injected with some form of sedative. From there he was rushed to the nearest medical facility.
Vincent Dexter awoke with a loud gasp. He was laid in what looked to be a hospital bed, though the machine that read out his vitals looked like something out of a science fiction movie. He wore only a hospital gown and a tag on his left wrist. He looked around to notice that not only did the machines look futuristic, the entire room did. It wasn't exactly what he expected when he had been put into Deep Stasis.
There was a quiet almost inaudible hiss as the door to the room slid to the side revealing a figure in what looked to be some form of science fiction space suit. It hugged the figure's body tightly as though it were only a second skin, the helmet of the suit had a clear visor revealing a smiling purple eyed, green haired woman. All things considered she was rather attractive, and she wore nothing over her suit making her figure painfully obvious as well as the eight inch cock that hung from her crotch. She carried a tablet as she entered the room, from what looked like an airlock to the room.
"Mister Dexter, it's good to see that you are awake," The woman said through her helmet. Her voice was smooth like silk. Her breasts jiggled and her cock swayed as she walked making it obvious that below them was not a pair of balls but a smooth pussy.