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Contact
Date: 9/13/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 94, Source: sexstories.com
control,” she said tersely. “Cannot override landing command sequence that has been initiated by an external source. This may be my last entry. I can only hope the data probe launches as programmed before I crash.” *** When the screen once more brightened, the time stamp said, “Year twelve, day 203, Mission Date 26:04:09 / 21:30 hours” Commander Sills appeared on the screen. Small wrinkles on her face and streaks of gray in her hair indicated that she had aged perhaps more than the twelve years indicated by the mission date timestamp. A gasp went through the assembled crowd as they noted her nakedness. “There is a defect in our stasis systems,” she began. “It suppresses the aging process, but does not stop it. Since coming out of stasis, I have aged at an accelerated rate until my body caught up to and has now surpassed my true chronological age. I will not be able to return to earth personally to give a report on my mission. I am therefore recording this and entrusting it to my son, Contact. I have asked him to bring it, and my ashes, back to earth.” She looked around herself for a moment and asked, “Where should I begin?” After a short laugh, she answered her own question, “It is best to begin at the beginning. My last log entry aboard my ship stated that someone, or something, had taken over control of the ship. The beings of this planet call themselves ‘The Bluuuur,’ or at least that is as close as I can come to saying it. They feared that I was an invasion force and ...