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"I can't believe it!" said the aFra -a corporate produced clone-, as she looked at the locked door. "What are we going to do now?" she said, turning to the chief ensign. The man tried to use the emergency communications, but that had failed too. All communications where dead. Almost like somebody had done this on purpose.

He tried several ways to open the locked door. He went to the emergency exits. Locked as well. All locked down. There was no way out. At least from there. He was surprised as well to find no other workers in the area.

"It's a large spaceship!" said the clone by his side. "Surely they are working elsewhere!"

"This isn't how I wanted to spend my day" the chief ensign thought, as he tried again to unlock the door.

"Yeah, me neither!" the clone girl said by his side, with a tone a bit too gleeful. "Well. We will have to wait for somebody to notice we are missing, and come to check on us!"

"That can take hours!" said the chief ensign.

"It's a big ship!" said the aFra clone. "Luckily, we have a little rest area here... it would be more comfortable!" she said, taking the hand of the chief ensign and dragging him among the propulsors of the deep underbelly of the large transport spaceship... to a bed.

"Why it's a bed here? That isn't part of the regulations" the man said. "There are designated resting areas"

"Oh, we needed a bed down here!" the clone said. "Sometimes, when problems can take days! That way it's more effective, to have a bed down there!"

A bed with red and pink sheets. And a heart shaped cushion.

"We should wait here for the rescue!" the clone woman said.

"Yeah... I guess so" the chief ensign said. He was beginning to have an idea where this may be going...

"So... Mr. Chief Ensign... what could we do in the meantime? As we wait? So we don't get boo-red?" the aFra clone said.

Yes. This was exactly going where he thought it was going.

"Oh my! How Scandalous!" he heard the girl said, behind him. As he turned around, he saw the clone holding a conspicuous little package. "How did this end on my pocket?"

"You don't have pockets" the chief ensign statted.

The girl winked.

Whoever thought it was a good idea to cram spaceships with voluptuous clone girls was to be blessed and cursed, the chief ensign thought, as he sat down in the bed.

It was no way he could meet his productivity quotas like this.

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"I can't believe it!" said the aFra -a corporate produced clone-, as she looked at the locked door. "What are we going to do now?" she said, turning to the chief ensign. The man tried to use the emergency communications, but that had failed too. All communications where dead. Almost like somebody had done this on purpose.

He tried several ways to open the locked door. He went to the emergency exits. Locked as well. All locked down. There was no way out. At least from there. He was surprised as well to find no other workers in the area.

"It's a large spaceship!" said the clone by his side. "Surely they are working elsewhere!"

"This isn't how I wanted to spend my day" the chief ensign thought, as he tried again to unlock the door.

"Yeah, me neither!" the clone girl said by his side, with a tone a bit too gleeful. "Well. We will have to wait for somebody to notice we are missing, and come to check on us!"

"That can take hours!" said the chief ensign.

"It's a big ship!" said the aFra clone. "Luckily, we have a little rest area here... it would be more comfortable!" she said, taking the hand of the chief ensign and dragging him among the propulsors of the deep underbelly of the large transport spaceship... to a bed.

"Why it's a bed here? That isn't part of the regulations" the man said. "There are designated resting areas"

"Oh, we needed a bed down here!" the clone said. "Sometimes, when problems can take days! That way it's more effective, to have a bed down there!"

A bed with red and pink sheets. And a heart shaped cushion.

"We should wait here for the rescue!" the clone woman said.

"Yeah... I guess so" the chief ensign said. He was beginning to have an idea where this may be going...

"So... Mr. Chief Ensign... what could we do in the meantime? As we wait? So we don't get boo-red?" the aFra clone said.

Yes. This was exactly going where he thought it was going.

"Oh my! How Scandalous!" he heard the girl said, behind him. As he turned around, he saw the clone holding a conspicuous little package. "How did this end on my pocket?"

"You don't have pockets" the chief ensign statted.

The girl winked.

Whoever thought it was a good idea to cram spaceships with voluptuous clone girls was to be blessed and cursed, the chief ensign thought, as he sat down in the bed.

It was no way he could meet his productivity quotas like this.