A big dick in space
“The interlock is now safe for natural breathing.”
“Unlock their pod,” she told the A.I.
“Pod unlock successful.”
Strolling through the clinically lit corridor of her ship, the captain headed toward the pod attachment entrance. A digital overlay surfaced beside the strongtanium door separating the ship’s interior from the unknown life form. The door itself was comprised of multiple prongs, fastened together like clenched teeth.
“Show me through the door on the screen,” the captain ordered.
An image popped up on the screen. The captain choked on her breath; her heart skipped a beat. It was a man. She’d been crossing her fingers that it wasn’t some neckless pile of goo in there. She never would have let herself dream that it was a man. The well-hung beauty’s freshly painted lips opened into a smile. The realization that he was cute sent blood rushing to the organ between the captain’s legs.
“Unlock the ship door. Open it now.” The door prongs detached and receded into the walls of the ship.
The young man standing before her there was the first living thing she’d seen in so long. The captain might have been prone to hyperbole in the those first few moments they spent gazing at each other. She started to consider his miraculous survival, shooting through deep space in that tiny, ill-equipped escape pod, as not only a testament to man’s dominion over space, but as an important overture to the meaning of life itself. After stepping foot on her ship, the man immediately fell to the floor and wept like a baby.
