assuming direct control.

Damn those things were better each day.

Living at the Institute you never got the money to own or even use one. The 900 class series were derived of salvaged Grey technology. The metallic parts and joints gave place to sleek and seamless polymers.

In the open crate stood a tall woman.

White skin, hair made of copper colored strands, ruby red lips, emerald eyes. Her body was perfect, her shapes igniting your desires at the first look, a toned figure, rounded ass and large boobs resting on her chest.

You were starting to feel a little too tight in your flight suit.

A touch of her cheek and your neural implant sent the code necessary to assume control of her.

"Hello master. My name is Alice, I'm a model 969 companion android. I'm programmed to act as your personal assistant, cook, servant, masseuse and to perform 127 acts of intimate nature." She told you. "Please declare your ownership to confirm control."

Even her voice was enthralling, the most beautiful you ever heard.

"I'm Captain Alexander Thorn of United Terran Federation ship Gorgon. I'm your owner and I take control of you." You declared.