Like virtually all colonies, Suntech Happy Valley wasn't founded by any government. Instead, it was established by a business conglomerate. In this case, the primary interest was, of course, Suntech. The Outerspace Treaty, written so long ago that it was a historical document, forbid governments from militarizing or nationalizing space. This wasn't the reason, though. The simple fact of the matter was that no government could afford it. Though most colonies and stations were named by some group of anonymous, self-important directors in a board room, not all were named for a corporation, or even by a corporation. It wasn't unusual for companies to hold naming contests to garner public support and interest. No matter who named them, though, it seemed to Gina that it was always some whimsical, utopian thing, as though naming a place Black Gold would make oil magically appear, or naming a colony Peace would eliminate crime. It made her think of how people would name an alleyway through skid row something like Grandview Crescent.
Establishing a colony was no easy feat, nor was it cheap. Though you could simply go the route of creating an orbital station, or setting up a dome, the grand dream was always terraforming, making a planet capable of supporting human life. Terraforming a planet was much more difficult than simply establishing a colony. A breathable atmosphere needed to be created, water needed to be liberated, created or imported, simple life needed to be introduced. The list of things that needed to be done was massive. As much as possible, companies liked to use robots for the labour because they were cheaper to maintain than people, and a lot easier to feed. Because it took a lot of time and a lot of machines to do, usually this was done while people were living on the moon or planet of choice, inside of whatever pressurized habitat the company had come up with. A larger habitat was then constructed over top of that initial one. For the first several decades, living in a colony was generally considered to be a dangerous one-way trip you weren't expected to return from. People got sick in a place where there were no hospitals and no medicine beyond what you'd brought with you, food and water sometimes ran out, parts sometimes failed with no means of replacing them, and sometimes those parts belonged to the life support systems. True, supplies were replenished to some extent by cargo ships like the Johnson Long, but these rarely brought enough, and they took a long time between trips, even assuming they weren't on opposite sides of the sun at the time. Still, people kept going and with the help of their machines would eventually prevail. Over time, these habitats would get joined up with others until they were little towns in their own right. There were only so many places in the solar system suitable for terraforming, so each one had several colonies on it. Of these, only Mars had reached the point of habitability outside of their little hamster tanks. Mars was the first real effort, and the easiest, so was the first to show returns. Venus was making great progress and was a much more attractive target, but the people there were still mostly relegated to orbiting stations at the moment. Titan, well... like all the other moons, despite the colonies there, that was a project she doubted would ever see people outside of their protective bubbles.
Law in the colonies was a confusing and dicey thing. They were generally policed by private security if large enough, or by no one, if small. The laws enforced were generally held to be those of the parent company's home nation, as per the OS Treaty. This could, in theory, mean that you followed the laws of the U.K. in one habitat, walk ten feet and follow the laws of China. In practice, though, the only laws enforced were those that the corporations felt like enforcing, and that was if anyone was around to enforce them, or to care. The corporations did have many cameras, and evidence from both those and from the eyes of robots was considered evidence, but cover-up was the most common answer to crime, lest scandal damage corporate image. Agents of various nations did have a tendency to police each other, and to check up on the colonists and corporations, which helped keep them honest, but this in itself relied on the honesty of the agents. Utopian dreamers, such as anarchists, who despite centuries of evidence to the contrary, believed that everyone would be nice to each other in the relative absence of laws and governments, were just as quickly disappointed by the reality of human nature in space as on Earth.
What this meant for Gina was that, while the colonies weren't exactly a hotbed of criminal activity, should anything happen, there was also no one to turn to. She may as well be on that Grandview Crescent running through skid row. Gina had only been to a handful of ports in her short career, but had usually refused to leave the ship... or, at least, the dock. The guys were quick to grab a shuttle to the colony, head to a nearby bar, look for the nearest prostitute, or try to sweet talk some starry-eyed teenager out of her virginity, but she was always intimidated by the general lawlessness of space. As a consequence, though the Johnson had made port at Mars Station once, Gina had never actually seen Happy Valley.
Gina couldn't help but stare at the small planet. Swirls of green and blue marked the progress of humanity, large seas of reddish-orange marked how far there was to go. That wasn't what had X's attention. Still naked and standing beside his seat at the comm, X studied the swell of Gina's beasts, and the dimpling of her nipples. His robotic eyes memorized every wrinkle in their puffy surface, every variation in colour. The droid's gaze dropped down to her cleft. Beneath a trim tuft of hair, her stiff clit stood at attention, pulling swollen lips into view. Its shiny, little crown peeked out from beneath its hood as if looking for something, beckoning to him. Curling his arm around her, he grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled her hips closer. Opening his mouth, XTC pressed his face into her. Gina gasped, attention yanked back to him as his tongue spread her wet folds and pressed inside her.
"Ah! Oh my, so..." she moaned. "Just like that... just like that..."
Her pussy clenched, desperately wanting more. The droid's free hand reached up and seized one big globe of her ass, squeezing it. Still smarting from her spanking, the tech hissed and edged into him more. So wet already from having been over his lap, she was practically flooding his tongue with her juices.
"Please, please, please..."
Holding his bald head for balance, Gina stood on her toes, quivering. One of his hands came back around front. A finger slipped inside her, thrusting and curling. She bit her lower lip and whimpered. Closer... closer... sweet heat.
"So... so... X...!"
Bucking against his face, she came hard. She squeezed his fingers in tight, wet velvet, but they just kept wiggling, pulling more and more from her. His tongue kept flicking maddeningly across her clit, and it seemed like forever before he let her come down.
Gina was still red-faced and panting when she flopped down into the seat beside him. XTC smiled and turned back to the controls without a word. Chest heaving, she caught her breath and watched the space station drawing nearer.
"I'm in love with an android," she mumbled.
"MC221 Le Petit Mort to Control. MC221 requesting permission to dock."
Several moments of silence followed, during which X repeated his request until he finally got an answer.
"MC221, this is Control. You're not scheduled to dock at this time."
"MC221, our ship suffered catastrophic failure. This is the emergency shuttle. Fuel and supplies low. Requesting emergency landing."
... "MC221, do you require emergency services?"
"MC221, negative, Control."
"MC221, you can use berth 3."
Gina found the whole docking process exciting in a way that made her squirm in her seat like a little girl. Normally, when they made port, she was in her work shop. She only knew they'd docked by the feel of the engine powering down and the captain's announcement. This time she was in the co-pilot's seat, and in such a small ship, everything looked positively huge. X was expertly navigating them to where they were going, the ship moving more and more slowly. She waved enthusiastically at the security cameras as they drifted by. She smiled and waved at the man in the control centre. The moment the ship stopped and the droid shut down the engine, she leapt to her feet and scampered to the door.
"Gina?" X called as she reached for the door controls.
