System Overclocked 3 -ch 15-

Wrench stepped off the carrier and found himself in front of an incredibly luxurious looking Hab.

From what he could see through the windows, it seemed someone had taken great lengths to ensure that the interior would be lavish and comfortable.

It was very reminiscent of the breeding Hab he had been put in before by Greedy, with all the different types of Hume women.

Which in retrospect hadn’t really been that awful, when he was held prisoner there.

He had been mostly concerned over the fact that Greedy would take him away and hide him somewhere Goodie would never find him. Which, given how Goodie had been looking for him, seemed like a very silly fear anymore.

Turning, Wrench looked to the Tongsta who had transported him here to find they were already leaving. For one reason or another, the ones who were in charge of moving him to and from the testing areas almost exclusively refused to say anything.

Either to him, Goodie, or the scientists.

It was odd, but not entirely uncommon if he thought of his old life.

Tongsta weren’t normally chatty around Hume. It took certain Tongsta to talk to Hume in their Habs.

Then again, is that why they were shocked that they heard me in that recording?

They must view the world and everything else in a way that I can’t even understand. It’d be interesting to see and hear things as they do.

At least once.

“Hey Wrench, how’re you doing?” asked Talker.

Looking up, Wrench saw the Tongsta coming into the room from a door put into the ceiling itself. Which really wasn’t that odd for a Tongsta.

“I’m alright. Apparently the Eggs are a bunch of voyeurs and wanna watch me have a go,” Wrench muttered with a shake of his head. “Didn’t realize they were into that.”

“Yeah… I’m not sticking around for that. Just weird,” Talker said, sounding very unsure about the situation. “I admit I have a curiosity about it, but the idea of watching you? Nah. Nah, nah.”

“I get that. I wouldn’t want to watch you either. Alright. Did that Grand Admini show up?” Wrench inquired.

“Yeahhhh… they’re coming in shortly. Bright One is going to translate for him,” Talker said. “I’m going to go see if I can’t scrounge up more shit for you to fix while you fix Squeak’s insides. I saw she was on the testing for you.”

“Alright. Thanks Talker. Anything I need to know?” he asked.

“Lady Goodie has found more Nav-cerers,” Talker said in a flat tone. “Then jumped an entire Clan into the dead center of Grand Clan space. Right into several destroyers.”

“They wouldn’t hand over Grae or Hume?” Wrench asked, likely already guessing what’d happened.

“Both. Breeding facility for both,” Talker confirmed. “Lady Goodie is now the Grand Lady Goodie and-well… yeah. Let’s just say it’s good to be on this side of the line with your mom.”

“Mom’s rabid when it comes to her babies. She makes things shake when she’s angry,” Wrench offered with a slow nod of his head.

It sounded like Goodie was going above and beyond being the main character. She sounded like she was curbing the entirety of her society to bend to her wills and demands.

“Like I said. Glad to be on this side of the line. Getting a bunch more job things to do though,” Talker said, then sighed. “Might end up getting replaced here. Lady Goodie said she needs me elsewhere.”

“Promotion time. Nice. Tell mom I recommend you personally,” Wrench laughingly said. “Though I’m going to put the idea of having you work with Pretty Blue at the same time. Need to return that favor.”

“Ugh, please don’t. Someone already put the idea in Pretty Blue’s boxed head, and she’s been bothering Little Green about it. I’m like Hume-minutes away from getting my insides hardened by one or both of them,” begged Talker. “Anyways. Gotta go. I’ll check in later.”

“See ya.”

“See ya.”

Talker waved a spindly tentacle at Wrench and then floated off toward a different door.

At the same time, a group of five Tongsta entered the room.

Wrench was fairly sure Bright One was in the lead of the group.

There was a Tongsta he hadn’t met yet that was almost as large as Captain Boyfriend following along behind him.

“Hey Bright One. You bring the Grand Admini with you?” Wrench asked. “Good morning by the way.”

“Good morning, Wrench. Yes, I brought the Grand Admini,” said Bright One. His understanding of Hume speech had clearly jumped ahead again. “I did what you suggested, and I just spent a lot of time in Grand Lady Goodie’s shelter. I just-just involved myself with all the Hume there. Helped them with anything they needed, and talked to anyone who would talk to me. It cleared up my understanding very quickly.”

“Glad to hear it. Mom’s amazing. Not to mention, she probably liked you doing that. Mom loves it when people are interested in us. Less so when they’re not,” Wrench admitted.

“Yes. You’re quite right. Ahhh, Grand Admini, this is Wrench. The Grand Lady’s personal Hume. It was Wrench’s voice we heard in the recording,” Bright One said as the Tongsta came to a floating stop in front of the Hab. “Wrench, I’m going to take the Grand Admini to the next test. It’s to do with your senses and how we can interpret them. The rest of the Eggs and several Tongsta V-Menders will remain here for this test.”

“Alright,” Wrench nodded his head.

The Grand Admini had said nothing, but Wrench got the impression they were nervous around him.

A carrier was pushed up against the side of the large platform Wrench was on and the door to it opened up.

Squeak and Tickaht came out rather quickly.

As did Zntik, Nunnkish, Pistol, and Popsicle.

Then two more carriers arrived and docked themselves onto the platform.

Duchess, Dusky, Fluff, Ink, Jitter, Sparkle, Starlight, and even Seventh all came out from them.

Clicking his tongue, Wrench realized that he’d made a terrible mistake.

A big one.

There was no way Stripe would’ve subjected herself to him sleeping with all these women after having just told him that she had gotten rid of them the other day. Not without a major change in her mentality.

The only thing he had pushed at her, other than the fact he accepted her exactly as she was, was that she wouldn’t be able to have her own children. In his head, the only conclusion he could make was that Stripe had done a one-eighty.

She wanted to be drowned in children even if she had to get others pregnant to do so.

“Hello, Wrench,” Squeak said, walking up to him with a wide smile. “Stripe said this is fine and she looks forward to having children and to give her as many as you can. That motherhood sounds grand to her.

“I did a cursory scan of her and there isn’t anything wrong with her. She just… suddenly has a very similar motivation to mine. She just has to do it through others.

“Now… I’ve already gone ahead and loaded everyone up with pre-natal loads and forced ovulation medications. Everyone is primed and ready for this. Especially me.”

Looking at all the rather beautiful Hume that were chattering with one another now excitedly and looking at the Hab, Wrench had a number of sudden regrets.

“Isn’t this exciting?” Seventh asked with a laugh as she walked up to him. “I’m so glad to be making Eighth with you. I admit I’m kind of hoping it’s a girl though.”

Wrench only nodded his head.

Barely.

Not waiting for anything further to be said, Squeak stuck her arm through his and led him to the Hab. He didn’t miss the fact that everyone else followed him in as well.

Whatever.

It’ll help fix the Hume gene pool in the long run.

Just like Goodie said.

In a singular minute, Squeak had drug him into a bedroom and closed the door. The small Deme had quickly started pulling her clothes off before the sound of the door had completely faded.

Faster than he could process it, she was naked.

Beautifully naked.

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