The next morning

The next morning Twelve awoke with a start. The events of the previous day came flooding back and as she turned to see the naked form of Calvo laying on the covers next to her, a torrent of blood rushed to her face. Her eyes widened and she clutched her stomach. What had she done?

It had all seemed so rational at the time. After all this may be her only chance at mating with a male and experiencing pregnancy, but what would the others say if she really was pregnant… what would Eighteen say? She moaned and flopped back on the bed. It was all to much for the guardswoman and she began to weep softly into her pillow.

She flinched as two powerful arms wrapped around her. At first she tried to pull away, but a calming voice told her that everything would be alright. Crying openly now, Twelve pressed herself against Calvo, burying her head into his chest as he gently pat her head and whispered reassuring words into her ears. When she could cry no more she pushed herself away and gazed into Calvo’s loving eyes.

“What are we going to do now?” She asked shakily.

He smiled, “I guess we try to find the others…”

“All transportation systems have been restored.” The computer’s androgynous voice chimed in, “you may meet up with your comrades at any time.”

Twelve breathed an audible sigh of relief, “What’s changed?”

“I am sorry,” the computer actually sounded apologetic, “I am do not have access to that information.”

“Shocking,” Calvo said dryly, but to his surprise the computer responded again.

“The reason that I am unable to provide you with this information is because I have been denied access by this ship’s primary A. I. construct. I suspect that this is the result of an error…” The voice went silent.

“Computer?” Calvo said, slightly worried, but there was no response. Twelve didn’t like this at all, it sounded as if the computer was silenced just as it was about to tell them something. This was getting stranger and stranger.

Energized by the weirdness of the situation Twelve hopped out of bed. Her muscles were more than a little tender from the previous night but she gritted her teeth and pulled on the cloths that had been generously laid out for them by the computer some time during the night. She wondered if they were holographic or if they had been synthesized… either way, they were better than Calvo’s jacket.