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Seeing the new heroine was back in one piece, Scank decided to
go to his personalised accommodation cubicle. As a matter of fact,
by the time Dong burst triumphantly out of a gravitational chute
onto the deck of the observation post, she found Chucker had also
gone to the accommodation section.
So it was Dong found herself once again alone, but thankfully, it
wasn't long before a food robot appeared with an all too tempting
sludge bar. Ramming the dripping snack inside her opened gob,
she was quickly transformed into his blubbery shape - his chest
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deflating into its eventual sagging appearance - giving him the not
so in vogue Buddha look.
Not to be forgotten, whilst the others were resting, Robottom was
being subjected to the welcoming stimulation of one of Cube's
analysation bugs, which at this moment was working its way through
his complex circuitry, mending any fault it could find, although
funnily enough it seemed to occasionally get confused and would
move back and forth; faults which had been corrected kept on
malfunctioning again and again, especially around his facial and
rectal areas.
'X-CUBE-R?' Dong typed onto a small remote keypad he had
earlier been handed by a scientific robot. The keypad, it would
appear, was in its experimental stages; for one thing the keys were
not suited to Dong's flabby finger tips. Dong erased the command
and retyped, 'CUBE, HAVE THE OBSERVATION POST TOILETS BEEN
FIXED YET?'
A series of flashing lights indicated they had. There had been a
few unfortunate and rather painful incidents where the liquid
nitrogen flush had been set in to action prematurely whilst Scank
had been sitting on the toilet seat; several hours in the medical
section had proved most embarrassing for the leetlesheet who had
a rather long sheet frozen to his hairy arse.
Dong responded to Cube's answer, 'OKAY, I AM LEAVING ALL THE
OBSERVATIONAL TASKS OVER TO YOU. THANKS FOR WHAT YOU DID
EARLIER IT WAS MUCH APPRECIATED ... ' Somewhere in his typing
there was definitely a hint of gratitude, something which was indeed
most rare whilst in his male state.
The squidge's heavily weighted footsteps slowly echoed away into
the depths of the ladder chute's metal casing, leaving the
observation post alone and naked, its many lumps and knobs left to
the mercy of Cube's more than capable hands.
ANALYTICAL PAUSE ...
Cube is a spacecraft of unsurpassed sophistication; even The Three
Wise Aliens do not know where or how she was created. She is a
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craft who, although out dates all she has come across, always
keeps ahead of present day technology, something or someone
gives her the ability to do so.
Her interior is fathomless. It has many levels filled with many
cubicles and many cubicles filled with many levels, all of which are
divided into areas known as "sections".
Colours and shapes play a key role in her overall design. Her cubic
figure, if looked at closely enough, is individually made up from an
equal amount of tiny squares. These squares seen from the outside
represent each of the inner sections.
One of Cube's numerous abilities is to be able to accommodate
the universes' many different species. Her accommodation section
has the impressive capability of using the most up to date
personalisation systems. In short, the cubicle allocated to its guest
will immediately change to accommodate whatever condition is
suitable for its new resident; be it a space or water lover, or anything
else for that matter.
For an example of the latter, Scank's very own personalised
cubicle has been adapted to his own personal tastes. There is no
one floor so to speak, more a case of each side of the room (or
rooms) being full of different objects only a leetlesheet would find
amusing. Such as the bed which is made up of a series of leather
bars which enable him to hang from when tired. Fiddly technical
things protrude from every surface, keeping his hyperactive mind
actively distracted.
Dong and Chucker's cubicles also reveal much about their
occupants. Dong has nothing but a bed and a mirror in his, the bed
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