Female (juneboi2)

You're Alex, a human female recently shipped out to her new master. You sit there in hypersleep, your thoughts and dreams stretched over the course of light-years.

You remember waking in a creche of other humans one day, your cloned body nearly fully grown, and your mind blank. You remember being taught how to walk, how to speak, how to feed and clean up after yourself, and how to use basic Galactic Common iconography. Writing was not taught to you, for it would be your future master's duty to teach that to you if they needed it from you. Or, at least, so you understood.

You've known your entire life that your very existence was granted to you by the beings who claimed to be your masters, and they demonstrated their mastery over you and those around you with much power. Indeed, some part of your mind treated these beings and their drones and tools as unknowable gods, with purposes inscrutible to your primitive mind. And yet...

The notion of unconditional servitude and the position you find yourself in has always felt somehow... wrong. You've long since come to distain and fear that thought, the thought that the Masters were anything but all-powerful and all-commanding. After all, it was proven to be wrong time and again, such that entertaining it felt akin to blasphemy. Not that you have that word available to your mind exactly. But that is the feeling.

One day, on a day seemingly picked out at random, you were ripped from your brothers and sisters in the creche and were taught things. You were told that you were going to be servicing the Masters and beings like them in order to satisfy their needs, and that you would take pleasure in it. After that, you were kept in an isolated cell, and learned to use toys and tools, and to bear all sorts of pains and pleasures in 'the right way'.

You tried to be good. If you were good, it sometimes didn't hurt so much. You learned not to ask questions. At best, they would go unanswered. At worst, they would elicit punishment. How long this persisted, you could not know, for your sense of time had completely broken, and the only thing within your mind was serving as well as you could. The Masters eventually herded you into a hypersleep pod, and ordered you to fall asleep.

You suddenly realize that you are no longer asleep. You shake your head and take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind from the cobwebs of the dreams. Service is all that matters.

You patiently wait in your pod for whatever the Masters decide your next fate is.