Your audacious nature makes it impossible for you to maintain even a semblance of submissiveness in this conversation…

"Well, sister Jessica… It seems one disciplinary action wasn't enough for you, was it?" - mentor Alvarado says, a look of irritation crossing her face.

"I’m merely asking logical questions..." - you reply, wearing an innocent smile.

"You’re unsettling the other novice sisters! Your brazen, foolish chatter could sow seeds of doubt in their impressionable minds!" - Anna Alvarado exclaims indignantly.

"Isn't a constant inclination toward doubt the hallmark of a scientific mind? If I can help some of the sisters develop a healthy, rational skepticism, surely that’s a good thing!" - you argue, defending your behavior.

"There you go again! You’re arguing with me - just like last week!" - the mentor says.

"Naturally! If I spot logical inconsistencies in an argument, I’m hardly going to stay silent and nod along to nonsense! Last week, I pointed out how strange it is to claim that all women were held in absolute slavery during the era of the ancient patriarchy, while simultaneously asserting that all scientific discoveries were made by women… After all, you wouldn't entrust complex, high-tech scientific equipment to a slave! Engaging in science requires at least a basic level of freedom… I said as much, and you couldn't offer a single reasoned counterargument!" - you say with a smirk.

"As for my argument - you felt it firsthand today..." - Anna replies.

"Oh, yes… A truly 'excellent' approach to debate! Can’t refute someone’s argument? Just send them off to clean up rat droppings and filth in one of the remote storage rooms of our 'thriving' bunker! And, by the way, what exactly does this 'thriving' look like? Is it the cuts to our food rations over the past year? Or the fact that there are fewer and fewer functional robots, and we’re constantly running short on spare parts for repairs?" - it seems you’ve really gotten a taste for this argument and can’t bring yourself to stop.

"Jessica! Not only are you embarrassing minds of sisters-novices… but your reckless behavior is also creating problems for your mother’s career!" - this is yet another argument against your pattern of behavior.

Your mother…

Margaret Becker.

An ambitious woman who has already attained the rank of "awakened sister" and has spent years striving to reach the highest rank ("sister-matriarch").

Margaret holds a leadership position in one of the robot repair workshops.

Alas, her career has always been the primary passion of her life.

She has shown far less interest in her own daughter…

Perhaps it is this lack of the warmth of true maternal love that has made your own personality so "prickly" and difficult to get along with…

And so, the mention of your mother only fueled your "contrarian spirit"...

You immediately launched another volley of arguments at your opponent: "So, following your logic, does career advancement in our 'thriving' community depend on whether a sister’s daughter is a 'good little girl' - someone who just nods submissively instead of thinking for herself? And how does that square with what you were telling us in class a couple of months ago? You once claimed that career advancement in our Community is based SOLELY on personal ability and work performance! So, clarify this for me: does a sister’s career depend on the quality of her work, or on the words spoken by her daughter?"

"Enough! Here is your new assignment… You’ll need a robot for this one - try not to break it! Get out of here, Jessica!" - the mentor hands you a sheet of paper, gesturing for you to leave; her expression suggests that your chatter has given her a headache.

You take the paper, offer a respectful bow, and step out of the testing chamber, a smirk on your face - you clearly feel like the winner of that argument.

However, as you walk down the corridor reading the text, that smug grin begins to fade.

Your task is a long, tedious inspection of the lateral ventilation shafts to clear away debris and fix any malfunctions.

It’s no easy job - only a specialized, miniature robot can squeeze into the hard-to-reach areas of the ventilation system.

So, it looks like you need to head over to the workshop and pick up one of those robots.

You’re already on your way there when, suddenly, you spot someone…

A slender young woman slips into one of the side corridors - you recognize her instantly.

You quicken your pace and catch up with her in no time…

There doesn’t seem to be anyone else around…

As she reaches the door to her room, you wrap your arms around her from behind.

"Jess… please, not here… someone might see us…" - she whispers, her voice faint and almost pleading, as your arms pull her in tight, caressing her ample breasts.

"Heh… you’re so hot, Emmy… even through your clothes, I can tell your nipples are already hard… hurry up and open the door!" - you say in a passionate whisper, kissing her just below the ear.

Emma Rosenvald is your… friend.

Although she’s a year older than you (she’s 20), this modest, sweet brunette can’t resist your advances—for the past couple of months, you two have had a… ahem… very "intimate" relationship.

A minute later, you’re both inside Emma’s room.

With the fierce sexual energy of a tigress, you pounce on her, tearing the clothes from her graceful, hot body.

Her trembling hands slowly unzip your jumpsuit.

In moments, your clothes lie scattered all over the floor.

Emma backs away slightly, but you gently push her, causing her to fall onto the bed.

With a predatory grin, you leap on top of her. Without a shred of shame, your hands caress the most intimate parts of her young, beautiful body - a body that arches in anticipation under your touch.

She trembles with sexual longing…

You press yourself close to her, and your two bodies seem to entwine into a single, unified mass of warm passion and pleasure.