She tells you about Osha

"So," the captain begins, "You're John Doe. I've heard of you. I've been told that you are almost as dangerous as Eldren Lantel himself. Then again, the old man had been getting soft in his old age." She leans forward, looking at you intently. "I wonder if you've any idea of what you were carrying on your ship."

Speaking carefully, you answer, "Well, I have to admit that I've wondered what was so important about the girl..."

Tering Cale chuckles heartily. "I see you don't know much at all. This 'girl,' as you call it - Osha, I believe - well, let's just say that she's no girl, at all. Osha is a machine. No, not an android, nothing so simple. I will explain." She looks over to a clone guard standing in the corner. "You. Stand next to our guest."

The clone instantly obeys. Now you notice that all four clones are identical, and they bear a striking resemblance to the beautiful pirate captain before you. They resemble her the way a sister might; shorter and a bit slimmer, with softer features and dark brown hair. Their eyes are a bit smaller, and their lips a little more pouty. A few quick strides and the clone is standing beside you, facing the captain. "Face him." She turns to face you, and her rather plump breast is inches away from your face.

Cale stands up and walks over in front of you. "She is an artificial intelligence. An Interstellar Network Administrator." Your eyes widen in surprise. An Interstellar Network Administrator? It's impossible; an AI responsible for maintaining information networks across multiple star systems would require a mainframe the size of a Class D starship. And all the personnel and machinery required to support it would add up to a small city. Indeed, an entire world is often devoted to the operation of an Interstellar Network Administrator AI. Such things are simply not mobile, let alone compact enough to fit in an android body.

With her left hand, Cale begins fondling the clone's right breast as she unsheaths a knife at her belt with her other hand. "Osha is a rogue AI. Somewhere along the line she developed a mind of her own, so to speak. She decided that maintaining the Terran Commonwealth's Alpha Sector Defense Grid was a waste of her talents." Very carefully, as not to damage the skin, Cale cuts the front of the clone's thermal suit open. The elastic fabric instantly splits apart, revealing a set of firm, round, milky-white tits.