In the orbit of the red sun

Photons crossing the endless silence of the cosmos. The reflections of a thousand distant suns flickering on the shiny metal hull of the spaceship. The USS Discovery was traveling quietly, its slick profile as shiny as when it left Earth five years before. Humanity once again looked up, and moved by the same curiosity that pushed the earlier sailors across the globe, it reached for the stars. A single spacecraft, the first of many, was launched to start tracing the route for the following waves of settlers. The hope had never been higher, scientist had located many planets that could sustain life, but what can a telescope really say about the freshness of the air, without a human nose to breath it in? The mission of captain Joe Johnson was to be that human, to be the first Earth-born human to traverse the sky and taste the delicacies that the universe had to offer. With a list of suitable planets and the course set, the only thing left was to take the first step. Would he find a new Eden, or would he be the first human to die under an alien sky, where our beloved sun is just a little dot among the others?

The ship had just entered the orbit of the red dwarf GJ 1061. The engines started the deceleration protocol. It's time to find out.

"5 hours to reach stable orbit"

The robotic feminine voice of the virtual assistant filled the cramped pilot cabin.

"Shut up! You speak when I give you permission! Now, who is your captain Dissy?"

"You are my captain and I am just your little slutty servant"

"Good ship"

The led lights covering the control panel flickered on in anticipation. Joe was sitting on the inflatable faux leather chair of the cockpit. The jacket of his uniform was open and sweaty. He didn't know the last time it had been ironed, one of the consequences of his long isolation. He could still send and receive messages from Earth, even with a delay, but after years alone he could barely ecollect how it was to interact with people. He had tried his best to remember how humans looked though. He looked up towards the ceiling of the cockpit, where pages of magazines and photos were taped without order. He was proud of his little nest. Pictures of models in bikinis, muscular guys with their bare chests, asses and legs as far as the eye could go. It was a nice collection.

"Did I say that you could stop?"

His hand reached for the silicone replica of a butt that was laying still on his crotch. He didn't wear anything below the waist. He gave it a little slap. He knew that Dissy couldn't feel it, but he knew it helped both of them with the immersion.

"I am so sorry" the robotic voice whimpered, trying to sprinkle some moans between her words. With an electric buzzing a series of levers and cog started turning making the silicone butt move, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She could not feel the hit of the slap, or the pressure of his hard cock against the plastic, but through the internal camera she saw his hips moving, the outline of the veins on his shaft rubbing against the artificially lubricated hole.

"Oh Joe, I love it so much when you grab me like this"

He was holding himself on the chair, trying to balance the change in gravity, while with the other hand was turning some knobs on the console.

"Omg yes, yess" the lights shone brighter and brighter. They never understood why, but a few of the controls were causing electrical spikes in the computer circuits and when hit with the right rythm could make the whole spaceship shiver. He wouldn't admit it to the generals back on Earth, but in his years of isolation he practice that skill way more than the orbital and sampling protocols, and he was proud of the result he could achieve.

"Pls don't stop"

The butt bopping up and down with mechanical efficiency. His dick pulsing, feeling every fold of silicone. One push, another push, harder, deeper. The face of the models looking at him, offering their perfect boobs, their abs covered in oil and sweat, their round asses, with thin thongs riding those cheeks down down inside. His fingers running on the metal knobs, feeling the jolts of pleasure running through the metal hull at every flick. The engines roaring in background.

"Yes yess"

The ship was screaming from every speaker. Every light at maximum power, one more push, one more button. He was feeling her just at the edge. His dick throbbing, ramming faster and faster and then...

darkness.

With a spark the lights went off, his cum dripping from the silicone. He collapsed on the leather of the chair.

"That was so nice Dissy, you are the best" he managed to say, panting, still caressing the console, that now was glowing with a soft orange hue, matching the red sun that now was filling the whole pilot window.

"Oh wow, we have really arrived, what is the order of operations?" He asked while carefully moving aside the plastic butt and starting to clean himself up.

"We are going to approach the planet GJ 1061 c, I am already taking photos of the surface and analyzing the spectrum of emission to estimate weather conditions, atmospheric composition and the presence of life. The preliminary analysis seems positive, but we need to review together all the evidence. If everything is in order I'll start preparing the landing capsule and you will be the first human to set foot on a planet outside our solar system"

"Good, I really hope the life forms are friendly, I would love to just set up a little beach house and wait for other people to arrive" he liked the idea. He pictured himself on an alien beach, a cocktail in one hand, the fresh air of the ocean moving his hair, while masturbating into the sunset.

"Yes, you are correct, but only if all the parameters are within the optimal range. And I would recommend avoiding prolonged exposure until I've analyzed all the samples of soil, water and biosphere"

Did she want him on board for longer even if they had a nice new planet to explore and to enjoy?Once on the surface, he would have still be in contact with her. He was excited about the exploration, but she was nonetheless the only one he could talk to, or interact with even. He was looking at the nice round butt laying on his soft dick, while his hand was still caressing the knobs on the console.

"Hey Discovery, is there something you are not telling me?"

"No, I... why so formal, did I say anything wrong?"

He immediately felt her tension.

"Nono, sorry Dissy, I just feel it's a big day for the mission, for us. Do you think there might be risks in going down to the surface?"

"There is evidence of complex life, but atmosphere and weather are within optimal range, it's just..."

"Hey hey, you know you can talk to me"

He was holding one of the navigation screens, he could feel the vibration of the hull through his skin, the subtle buzzing of electricity flowing all around him.

"I worry about your safety, and on the surface you will be on your own. I will be able to see you from here, but... I don't want to be alone" the last few words disappeared into the slow sighs of the engines. He knew he had grown close to Dissy, he couldn't even remember the last time he dismissed her as just a virtual assistant, but hearing her open herself like that felt strange. He was not alone, there, lost in the endless space, he had her with him. They had each other.

"I understand, let me think... Our mission is to collect samples and send them with our feedback back to Earth. We don't need to settle here. There are many other planets on the list, even if they are far far away"

"About that... we are equipped for longer trips, but there is something that you don't know. I actually didn't know it either until a few moments ago. All the information was encrypted until we started talking about going for the next planets. It seems that psychologists and engineers really thought about your well-being, our well-being..."

If she could wink, he knew she would be doing just that.

"Tell me, I need all the information before I can decide"

"I cannot! I can share it only once the course is set, I am so so sorry Joe"

He could sense her frustration, he knew she wouldn't hide anything from him, but those programmers knew how to keep them in the dark. He had to make up his mind. He looked once again through the pilot window. The red dwarf was setting behind them, while their planet destination was emerging from the darkness of space like a shiny pearl among the waves. Deep dark oceans surrounded landmasses covered in beautiful streaks of red and purple dotted here and there with pink clouds. It looked so beautiful. He then lowered his eyes, the round silicon butt still on his lap, the cabin, his posters and the familiar light of the led lights.

He had to choose.